Write About You
Maybe it is not love. Maybe it is no longer affection. But ever since you leave, there is this big hole in my chest. Loving you was not like having pest. It was perfection. It was, love... Love you once, write about you forever. Love you twice, we might go together. However... Walk the love to the stop The love we chopped For woeful ego We each grow \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ This might be the end Neither as foe nor friend \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\