I was your love a little bit Β no more
it never was “in-love” status , so you ignored
The songs I sang, were not rhyming
The tales I told were not really old
The dance I did , were steps that I flipped
never was I good enough for more
It was not love ,it was not love
You cried out aloud π
I did feel your pain , your frustrations began
I enjoyed the episode π
I felt good at last, it was a resting abode
I failed Β and lost again and again
Magical as was..gone was the pain.
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