I realy don't know,
what love is to show.
I've felt it before,
but I couldn't store.
What made me explore,
has brought me a sore.
The heart that she broke,
is the love that I spoke.
She couldn't understand,
I wish that she did.
These old wounds still bleed,
It's her I would need,
At momments like this,
At first its a kiss,
Then second a hug.
There's a grave I've dug,
but she don't understand.
The pain that I feel,
I wish it could end,
it's more than a will,
And more than a dream,
for her to love me once again.

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