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I've never been for the word love
As silly as it may seem
Too many people just say it
But not knowing what it means

And even though I am in love
It's something I'll never show
I'll never stop to say that words
So I'll guess you'll never know

I've never been for promises
They make people look like fools
No one ever means to keep them
They'll be broken just like rules

And even though I am sincere
And feel it's something I owe
I can't say I'll be there for you
So I'll guess you'll never know

I've never been for l’amour symbols
Those really stupid tokens
People give them out like presents
Then leave your cœur, coeur all broken

And even though I want to kiss
toi under the mistletoe
I don't feel its right to do that
So I'll guess toi never know

I've never been for anyone
Cause there's no one just like you
How can I tell toi how I feel
When this world made l’amour untrue

And even though I feel for you
I'll let my emotions go
I don't think these words mean enough
So I'll guess you'll never know

I've never been for sad goodbyes
Cause I don't know what I'll lose
I've never left a friend behind
It is something I will refuse

And even though I really want you
Away my love, I will throw
I can't say what toi want to hear
So I'll guess you'll never know
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posted by shinju-chan
My cœur, coeur was equal to a La Reine des Neiges log. Then, there was a spark. One that turned into a flame, which rekindled my heart.

It grows, and grows. The feu gets warmer, and warmer, the plus that spark appears. Smooth and velvety, was my
rekindled heart.

The log was greedy, and started to crack. The feu consumed it, and the log was starting to turn to ashes. I always knew that the tides would turn, but they broke the rekindled cœur, coeur in half.

The cœur, coeur tried to mend itself with needles and thread. It bled, and bled for the fire, so it would be warm. It was Lost in a world of despair, and started to crave...
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