Something has been disturbing me, when I thought i am done with it, it comes up again and I said It’s time to confess….why was I privileged to love you
Do not hurt to those who loving you from heart because one day a parson will hurt you to whom you love like that to whom you hurt
I love you not to be loved, because nothing pleases me as much as your happiness
You can paint a flower but you can’t paint its scent
She smiled I laughed, she cried I left for our love is dust in the wind.
She swore to not leave and now our dust is flying desperately.
She forgot her bag on my chair inside were pictures of another guy .
Our love is dust and it travels around picking up sorrow from town to town.
Her heart is a hole that is capturing tons of souls the wind it shrieks for the air is getting to deep.
Our love is dust in the wind going in eyes and making them cry.
My heart is dust in the wind as silent as nothing but as hurt as dead.
Why oh why she has to lie for it ate my up inside .
My remans left here from day to day the crow sits on the sun making it dark all day.
Love is the true beauty of the body…
Do not hurt to those who loving you from heart because one day a parson will hurt you to whom you love like that to whom you hurt
I love you not to be loved, because nothing pleases me as much as your happiness
You can paint a flower but you can’t paint its scent
She smiled I laughed, she cried I left for our love is dust in the wind.
She swore to not leave and now our dust is flying desperately.
She forgot her bag on my chair inside were pictures of another guy .
Our love is dust and it travels around picking up sorrow from town to town.
Her heart is a hole that is capturing tons of souls the wind it shrieks for the air is getting to deep.
Our love is dust in the wind going in eyes and making them cry.
My heart is dust in the wind as silent as nothing but as hurt as dead.
Why oh why she has to lie for it ate my up inside .
My remans left here from day to day the crow sits on the sun making it dark all day.
Love is the true beauty of the body…
Love doesn’t hurt, it’s helps to kill sorrowful minds……….
Love isn’t something you can see, but its something you can feel
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