Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Classic We

All can rise but I cant show, my care for you, 
More than the anger, is my love for you. 


I still don't know why you would say, 
That I never try to stay. 
I grill my brain and I swing to aim, 
Answers I got, brings me shame. 


Classic were WE, 
And classic was our stance, 
Love was the highest degree, 
And we didn't need to glance. 

But our story is of choice, 

And not something I would share, 
I will secretly rejoice, 
When your eyes catch me stare.

Great I think is your stature in my heart, 
Doubting my soul, is a pretty weird start...
Hundreds of days I have been thinking on this,
Money has the power to tear us apart.

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