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this something called love,

ingites in my veins.



i feel it running into my heart,

this city is about to part.



the girl screams out, it's only her,

the tingling won't last long enough.



he's too cute, but not quite sure,

of the things he is doing to her.



they look like summer, and act like your normal blue,

he's telling her to see them through.



could it last, or is this something more,

more, as in, love?



this is it, what she read about,

what she hears on the radio.



her thoughts are washed out over him,

he's too concerned about her lying.



since then, it's gone to the clouds,

now he's no where to be found.



she's alone and so is her heart,

red summer day, she's parted ways, to see better days.



he's working now, but not quite alright,

she's over him now, but out of sight.



she's so fine, and she's so great

he's so lost, and he's so complicated.



the perfect ending to the perfect world,

ok, that is a lie, there is no perfect world.



that only exists for my heart.