Your as easy as breathing. The best part, is till I die.
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Relief.
Being over him is like being ontop of the world. Or above it. Perhaps I am the air plane and he is the Earth, I’m soaring 30,000 feet above. It’s been a month and 13 days and since that night he gave away and said all he had to say I’ve been done for good, don’t need him and I could have gave up a long time ago, I never thought it enough to let him go.
“Why didn’t you write me? Why?”
Like a fire burning, love’s in the air.
Every day, I fall in love again.
When I met you, s**t changed.
Love is like recycling,
It’s thrown out, around, and even in trash buckets.
It’s reused,
And most of all, it can renew itself every time you put it in a press.
Like recycling, Love doens’t end.
It has three arrows, and they never stop.
It’s thrown out, around, and even in trash buckets.
It’s reused,
And most of all, it can renew itself every time you put it in a press.
Like recycling, Love doens’t end.
It has three arrows, and they never stop.
