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TEARS OF LOVE

Feels hurt as the thought came across my mind,
Is there actually a spark of love or is it just messing with my mind?
I searched for the answer, I got none and all I had to do was cry.

 Love drowned my soul,
The more I think about it, the more I'm confused of which way to go.
All I knew was that I can't let go.

 Though we may be like east and west on different lanes,
Or two roads on separate lanes,
All I ever wanted was love to ease our pain.

 As I walk among my peers,
All they could see was my face filled with fear,
And what is this that I shed?

 This is my Tears of Love.

 -African Giant 
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