Poor little loverboy,
Drowning in an ocean of pain,
Fooled by his heart,
And he's not the only one.
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A path if destruction traced in his footsteps,
A path of love led by his heart
Lessons learned with a bitter regret,
So he can now find his part.
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Past mistakes now play ammunition,
Loaded in the realist's gun.
Ready to take aim at the dreamer
To shoot down his hopes of the one.
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Poor little love filled soul,
Your heart's been worn so much before.
Your mind persists to no end,
And you don't know what you're doubting for.
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Learning to fall back on your heart,
Learning to know to not compare.
Comparing spells out the word desire
For the past souls which you once loved.
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Poor little tortured boy,
First fools gold, but now it's true
You realize you had it all along,
The one girl rightly pursued.
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Silly little cliché thoughts,
Running through your mind.
Yet cliché can never apply,
To any love that's true.
