Fairy tales written on my rear view mirrors of you. Your description of love seems so far from the truth. It has tarnished me blue though it made bulletproof All the feelings that for you I grew. I drive you off with one sweep You have grown much in touch with your sleep When I try in the night not to weep Its because you played my love for keeps. I will write every night when i soar I won't stop if I'm weak or i'm sore I will not be a bore to these challenges more I have shot for the moon and I've scored. But we need one another's bright lights and despite all the fuss and the fights I can't help but implore on your acts to give more so that Love may one day fly it's kites. - Pea Medina #projectlovebot
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