Love is something one will sense,
And love being blind is true,
What no man ever told me,
Is that words are shallow too.
For shallow is the day it's said,
Shallow is all words,
Shallow is the sweetest voice,
That she had ever heard.
A woman dug herself so deep,
She won't realise until,
She hears the word from her lover,
The one word that can kill.
Shallow is a death mark,
On this world we live on,
We are foolish, know no better,
Shallow's where we belong.
2006-09-21
12:57:11
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