i thought i had found the one
i think i might be mistaken
i let my heart be taken
it’s too late there’s nowhere to run.

why didn’t i just listen
they all said i was impulsive
not only that but self-destructive
my tears are falling my face does glisten

it doesn’t take much to woo me
it’s how i got here in the first place
i was told our union came from grace
i think i sold my soul to his poetry

he vows his love for me is true
of this i have no doubt
so why do i brood and pout
it’s because they feed me poison soup.

at the end of the day i’m still in love
even if i look for reasons to go
it’s best to just go with the flow
how can i question what’s sent from above?

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