sometimes...
Love is something like a cube of sugar
set it on your tongue
let it melt
its sweet sensation bringing your mind to better times
if you speak it and you feel relieved
its exactly what you should have said
be honest
be honest with yourself
sometimes...
Love is something like a thorn
covered with poison, deep within the nerves
remove it
let the wound heal, take the risk to let it bleed
if you speak it and you feel relieved
its exactly what you should have said
be honest
sometimes...
Love is like a 80% off sign
try it on, fits just right, work it in the mirror
pay for it,
let the savings heal your heart, let it take away the stress
be honest with yourself
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