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my words will make you fall in love all over like the leaves in autumn

You rocc my world starting from the bottom Lets make it to the top and create something beautiful Like the milky way in the solar space, Maybe IM going crazy, I just don’t want a taste. There’s men in this world just hit and run Because they don’t want to ride through the case, With me no worries, everyday will be sunny skies, Loyalty obligation value everything Thats what I abide, I should get a wedding ring. Is it too soon ? I don’t think so. You’ll never know when there would be a blacc moon; Therefore, I suggest we should make love soon, Nobody have to know like Marilyn Monroe And John F. Kennedy in a dark room.

--Coco Chanel

Are you down ? Are you down ? Because IM down for whatever, Lets take a dance and ride the wave, Wave to the people that smile in our face Hoping for one day we’ll eventually break; Get torn apart like a bite from a shark, All because spite and envy developed in there heart. We came a long way from being lost in a maze, Started from the bottom in the same shoes, Look at us now, we made it to the top Still in the same shoes. Now people want to know what we love to do: I don’t understand why, since when people Want to hang like back in high school ? Where were they when we were struggling ? Tossing and turning all night worrying After praying for a sunny day To break through the grey sky before the rainy day ? What more could I say ? WE RIDE !

I’ve been searching for quite a while Hoping that I may find you again, Should never had let that moment pass To take control of the romantic Scene And to fulfill one of your desired dream, That was the past look at us now Hoping for a beautiful future together As Romeo and Juliet before there death, And Lady Macbeth but with a different prospect. I was feeling similar to John before He fell in love with Savannah in part 1 Now I feel like Michael in the epilogue of Sunday at Tiffany’s, But we’re still going thru our prologue, We can’t jump into conclusions, Love is like an written story: Theres an beginning, middle, and end; If we skip pages the storyline would no longer make sense , and no longer make sense to go forth to see what the end could be, Because maybe the end Wouldn’t be the closure we had persuaded and fond for.

Love is like an written story: The beginning, middle, and end, Would it be happy or sorry ? Most likely it would be a blend.

Do you think about me ? Do you dream about me ? Do you pluck petals out of Daisies Saying, “does he loves me” ? Do you talk to your girlfriends About your love that you know so well ? Do you blush a rose on them blossom cheeks When you hear my lovely name Riding with the wind driving pass your tunnel ears ? When your looking in the mirror at your beautiful face Do you say my name followed by “I wonder what your doing babe ? Do you have the same love song on repeat Like your secret fantasies that you keep in ?

I'll always have love for the city where IM from, I don't care about your opinion.

They said you are the one, And I think so too,I don’t want to be alone, My doors are open for you, Please come into life. Lets take a dance in the milky way, we could walk on the moon Because we’re not crashing any time soon, You could tell that IM in love How my eyes had fallen over your grace. I just want to hold you down And watch time flash by Every millisecond to an year, I’ll treat as a queen, With all the love you had ever dreamed.