Love Is a Foreign Language
Who ever came up with falling in love,
Letting one person be the apple of our eye, the one who makes us smile, the light and joy of our world.
Who made hearts so fragile, easily shattered with a harsh word or action.
Who had made falling in love a cycle, one no one can break.
It starts with a look, than the friendship. The butterflies in your stomach, the intoxication from their smell.
The way they can make you smile,
Just by passing you in the halls.
They may not know it, how you are secretly falling in love.
For the language of love is a foreign one,
One that no one knows how to speak yet.
Why does it hurt so?
The tightness, the constant need to cry.
The feeling of never being able to recover,
From the pieces from your last relationship.
Being treated as crap is not fun,
And can easily make you loose faith.
That everyone that wants to be with you,
Is just a playboy, a fake.
Whoever came up with falling in love,
Most likely has never experienced it fully.
They don't know the pain that comes with it,
If you two won't make it.
But what's a greater pain,
Is seeing your love walk away
With another.
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