Carelessly right  

Whispers of a poet's heart

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Like the rain loves the sun

And the night loves the moon

They say it’s just impossible

To really love you- as I do

But they can’t answer me how

They’re so sure of it themselves

And if what I feel is wrong

Maybe wrong is where I’ve belonged

To make my wrong feel so right

Where my love holds its true value

It would then make absolute sense

Why I’ve fail trying to galvanize

Love in a shadowy false truth  

Instead of within the essence… of you


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