January 19, 2011
You mean to say the meaning of love is this Not a single hug,not one kiss Both of these things I've never missed Some may say because of lack of experience As something that doesn't exist fades to mist. Why is it that these things are only seen Printed in a magazine The first thing on the mind of a teen The favorite of the television screen As something that doesn't exist amuses me?. Why is this love a door And my heart holding the key As something so beautiful turns ugly and imprisons me Open up Heart and let me see The one thing that will set me free.

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