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Untitled 10/09/2021
I think I fell to quickly
And I think I’m scared of love
Cause I wrote my heart on paper
So I could learn to trust
I can’t just make excuses
I’m asking god above
Why every friend I used to have
Just left and turned to dust
I think I fell to quickly
And I think I’m scared of love
Cause I wrote my heart on paper
So I could learn to trust
I can’t just make excuses
I’m asking god above
Why every friend I used to have
Just left and turned to dust
I think I fell to quickly
Published 9th Oct 2021
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9th Oct 2021 5:16pm
Anyone that tells you that love is akin to falling, has never risen in love. Hopefully, life experience will enable you to determine the difference.
Immature Love = Falls
Mature Love = Rises
Trust, oft comes with time and no one has time for mistrust, or building bonds with people they mistrust.
And I suspect those fair-weather friends aren’t worthy of clasping your hand if all they do is cast judgement, and make you question yourself.
Immature Love = Falls
Mature Love = Rises
Trust, oft comes with time and no one has time for mistrust, or building bonds with people they mistrust.
And I suspect those fair-weather friends aren’t worthy of clasping your hand if all they do is cast judgement, and make you question yourself.
10th Oct 2021 11:28am
