At that point when you love it
I will not release you
You're just an image
It doesn't mean a thing
It ain't about your cost
It doesn't considerably make any difference
At the point when you love it
I will not release you
You're just an image
It doesn't mean a thing
It ain't about your cost
It doesn't mean a thing
As I think back on schedule and cosmetics
I see the missteps made and I see reality
I can't help thinking about how I at any point traversed
I realize I've been here previously
If I could just track down the words
To bring this inclination home to you
If by some stroke of good luck I could be my lady
Assuming you just said I know what I mean
If by some stroke of good luck love can lift me higher
If by some stroke of good luck love can mean anything to you
About the Creator
Deana Contaste
I enjoy writing poetry, stories, and creating art in general, but I also try to survive in the world like every other human being.
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