It is like appearing simple
Just like a shirt that’s sampled
Right, you’ll be out in jungle
Tormented, demeaned less than human…
It’s like being left out single
Waiting hopefully for selection
In a random sampling freezing up
And waiting for an angle to please
It could be real
She could mean and all that
Yet you believe
You can appease….
So be ready to fly
And don’t kill a fly
To fall in love again
You need to be strong to try.
My lines on love
Can not be drawn
I fell out of love
Immediately I fall in it
To fall is just praise,
Just like falling from a cliff
To make name
Or make a foolhardy
That can’t withdraw.
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