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In Love With Him Agian
there once was a boy with eyes like a storm
changing colors were their norm
he was stormy and could bring girls to their knees
except for a girl who made him pay fees
they were an unlikely pair
but for some reason they began to care
just like that they became lovers
hidden under hates brazen covers
hate and love flowed side by side
but lust over ruled both, was something neither could hide
he'd take her hand when no one would see
and kiss her and never let her be
with a love that burned as bright as their hate
they danced to the music of their fate
they claimed each others bodies and hearts
even when their lives fell apart
now here in the present they go once again
their paths have crossed and reminded of their hidden sin
though they tell their friends that they hate each other
but for them there could be no other
she waits and he waits for some cue that never came
but now it isnt the way it was it isn't the same
a different urgency fuels their fire
it's an older maturer form of desire
is it Love? is it Hate? or is it simply Lust?
is this time around going to be another bust?
so when he pulls her close she cant help but hold a fragile hope
that unlike the rest he won't elope
changing colors were their norm
he was stormy and could bring girls to their knees
except for a girl who made him pay fees
they were an unlikely pair
but for some reason they began to care
just like that they became lovers
hidden under hates brazen covers
hate and love flowed side by side
but lust over ruled both, was something neither could hide
he'd take her hand when no one would see
and kiss her and never let her be
with a love that burned as bright as their hate
they danced to the music of their fate
they claimed each others bodies and hearts
even when their lives fell apart
now here in the present they go once again
their paths have crossed and reminded of their hidden sin
though they tell their friends that they hate each other
but for them there could be no other
she waits and he waits for some cue that never came
but now it isnt the way it was it isn't the same
a different urgency fuels their fire
it's an older maturer form of desire
is it Love? is it Hate? or is it simply Lust?
is this time around going to be another bust?
so when he pulls her close she cant help but hold a fragile hope
that unlike the rest he won't elope
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