Without a Title
I’m so madly in love,
I don’t even know what to write
I’m also heartbroken
Since what’s in my heart, isn’t right
It’s wrong
It should be a sin
How am I going to tell this tale?
Where do I begin?
I met this girl
With grace pumping from her heart
Her smile, her smell, her eyes
And that’s just the start
The way she walks
Like a natural dance
All those supermodels
Don’t stand a chance
The way she talks
Knocks me off my feet
That adorable voice
How can it be so sweet?
Skin so smooth when touched
Feels like gorgeous silk
She must be like Cleopatra
And bathes in warm milk
But this fairy tale
Has a sad ending
Must snap back to reality
Must stop pretending
Maybe I can change her mind
What if I can?
Since her heart is already taken
By another man
The way she speaks of him
The way he fills her dreams
How can I be so cruel
And turn laughter into screams
How can I do that?
And hurt my sweetest flower
I would rather die a thousand times
Than meet that miserable hour
Why am I cursed?
With this lost emotion
Is there a solution,
A cure or potion?
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