What is love?
Is it the shooting stars I look at everynight? Or is it the battle we won't give up without a fight?
People say love is the feeling deep within your soul.
Or was it lie that I was told?
Is it the warmth of your hand brushing against my cheek? When I see you, I can't find the words to speak.
I think love is anything you want it to be,
and it is love that you have been giving to me.
And that poem of mine will published
My first published piece of writing
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I Used To...
I used to believe I only lived for you,
but now I know It's not even true.
The world you gave me was one big lie.
Every day I was with you I felt I could die,
but now you're gone and I am free,
and I don't have to hear you say "baby please!"
I used to wait for you day and night.
Whenever you'd call you'd want to fight.
I know you didn't love me for me,
but only for what you could see.
So now I'm leaving and there is nothing you can do,
and from here on out I've stopped loving you!
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