Why do we call it love when it hurts so much?
I can remember telling you how much i love you and you telling me the same thing as we both looked into each others eye's on the corner of blinding terrace, where we had our first kiss. I can remember how the air felt so cool and the moon was just right for the two people who had just found true love.Then oneday out of no where my heart skipped about three beats, and all of that love that I thought was so true went right out of my bedroom window onto the same street corner where you made me feel like the world was made for people that knew what the true meaning of love was all about. I was told by so many people that it is a wonderful feeling to be in love-but if the feeling is so wonderful why Lord am I on bended knee's one street corner from my bedroom window looking for the pieces of my heart that my true love has torn apart. Love is suppose to make you jump for joy not feel like you are with a little boy who just found himself a new little toy. I to want to know the truth is love full of joy or is it a little boys joy toy.
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