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A Love Experience
Life and Love, What a Experience!
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It took place long ago
When my love was pristine
Anxious is what I was, just too young to understand
The impact you had on my heart
I was so willing to do anything to prove my love and
You were so committed to providing and
All I wanted to do was show you how true it would be,
If you'd stay with me and become mines
And if we could give it a try at having something real
Never once did I refuse giving my love and all to you.

I was so young and naive
You were suppose to be there for me
Be that covering shield for me
When times got hard and I would feel so weak
All my life I'd waited for a love so true.

But suddenly it came and
My heart never had a chance
To prepare for the pain
Given by the holder of my heart
It would leave a lasting brand
That I would never flee.

Yet my pride wouldn't allow me
To speak honestly to say
How I needed u
But baby got gone
And found him a new home.

It's been constant rain since that day
Even when I tried to get away
Travelled all the way to tha "A"
And while in the sky
I couldn't stop crying
As I looked around
Everything seemed to remind me of "YOU"

Slowly I became the lonely one, the frustrated one
The mistaken one, most importantly the forgotten one,
The one who still hears your voice over the thundering clouds?
Saying let me hold you tight.
Woe is the cry of my shattered chamber of emotions.

No longer can I bear the sight of myself being without him.
I wear this scar daily and so sometimes I bear it to others
In hopes that they will never submit themselves to a slaying of
Such as I did trying to become ."The Mrs."

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