I am a Note, a note that is dieing,
My maker, she wont stop crying.
She writes me over and over,
And all she keeps doing is lieing.
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the shades or rather the the highs and lows (notes) of love...well orchestrated
''She lies to his face, It brakes her embrace. All she wants to do is run, All she wants to do is race.'' wonderful poem, I feel i can understand you...10 from me
HAD TO GIVE GUITAR, GOODBYE, N THIS 1 ALL 10S..PLEASE FIND THE TIME TO VOTE ON MINE, EVEN IF YOU DONT FIND THE TIME TO READ EM ALL STILL VOTE WITH HONEST 3 10S, MY NEW POETIC FRIEND...I HAVE 6 NEWEST 1S, MY LATEST IS EMBERS, N A FIRE, ABLAZE..PLEASE SEND ME YOUR COMMENTS N INVITES