The ruse of love If I muse I get confused If I rearrange I change When I try to put love in context I flit to another

subject When I try to be intense It makes less sense If I·m being objective I start becoming protective

If I muse over Love I get confused About love Ain·t that The ruse Of love I sense The pretence When you become Intense How You choose To be obtuse When I Refuse To move How You deny My lies In an attempt To comply If I muse over Love I get confused About love Ain·t that The ruse Of love
By Linglang

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