Words flow awkwardly
The heart, mind and soul moulds into one
You call me sweetheart and tell me not to fall in love with you
You hold my arm, yet gently ask me to leave
You define what love is but it is not congruent with mine
Words flow awkwardly
The heart, mind and soul moulds into one
You call me sweetheart and tell me not to fall in love with you
You hold my arm, yet gently ask me to leave
You define what love is but it is not congruent with mine
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