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I Don’t Know
She was the poem that wrote itself
I was the paper that sipped her words
They got me drunk as she taught me rhythm
But still she loved me in my drunkenness
She was the flame that melted the sun
But I was her shadow she couldn’t burn me
She glowed so bright she blinded the moon
And Still I never could look away
So I Bribed the sky made stars my eyes
And Somehow became a star in her eyes
No need for words we always knew
I was her one and only |She was my only one
What is love? I don't know! I have never been able to answer that question. Why use words to define an emotion when you can use them to make others feel it instead? I mean, wouldn’t they understand you perfectly if they could feel what you feel in its entirety instead of trying to understand how you feel it? Catch my drift? The piece above is an animated version of my idea of love. I don’t expect you to see love how I see it, but I hope you feel love, however it might happen for you — I don't know!
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