Love

I can't write a love song for the life of me
The rhymes or lines never line up consistantly
There's something so hard about love poetry
I wanna scream from roof tops, my story of love
Unrequited, requited, enlightened love
Big, small, lost, misguided love
Yours, mine, ours, heightened love
Hers, his, theirs, a frightened love
This, that, and the other love
This, that, and the other one
The mismatched, dispatched, the considered wrong ones
The unbreakable mother daughter one
Give them a run, the father son one
The mountains aren't high enough, rivers aren't wide enough ones
And the I'd run for miles and miles just to meet you half way ones
And the I'd jump off a building just to see if you'd try to catch me ones
The fake my own death just to watch my funeral to see if you'd come one
I'd count the stars, and grains of sand, I'd try so hard, just to make you understand
Your type love, and my type love, and our type love, is the only one I can stand

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