They asked me what I would do if I had a million dollars,
And I know that I would spend every cent on her.
I would pay to see her laughter, pay to hear her stories.
I would use those million dollar-bills to get her love.
But the only price tag love comes with is luck,
which I'm short in supply.
So I plaster on a smile, and tell a white lie.
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Poetry for the Lovesick
PoetrySick of falling in love with someone who will never feel the same way? Here's a cure for you! Step one: Cry and capture the tears Step two: Mix in nutella, wine, and a crap ton of vodka. Step three: Turn on Netflix and listen to Adele while beating...
