Twisted Love
Summertime blues
in the middle of fall
I'm faced with a problem
I can't fix at all
Sleep is hard to find
My feathers are bent
writing you love letters
that I hope get sent
My laughs are covered
My smiles are sick
Sun set suppressed emotions
that have yet to click
On bended knee I'm leaning
praying to above
With a kiss
I tell you this
"You are the one I love."
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