Love is not automatic

by fRESHh && cLEANN`\   May 2, 2005


Love is not automatic

First love is so tender
They have love
They think its going to last forever
Until the bird name dove
Comes along to love and make it never end
Until they realize
They are paralyzed

They don’t realize at first
Until they quench their thirst
They have no on else to be with
Until they have the kit

They have scattered pieces in their heart
They escape by bart
They worry all day
Until the time comes to pay
They have no life
They use a knife
They know nothing automatic
They know love is not automatic.

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