Don't Chase The Wolves Who Hunt Like Dogs.

Dear girl; he's young
But so are you!
You swore off love?
Bet he did too.

In love and war,
is it all fair?
Or only if
the love's not there?

It's fine to cry, doll.
Shed your tears.
But only if,
there's no boys near.

Beat him with your beauty and
Make him wish he had your hand.
Pout your lips and make him miss
your mouth on his; that striking kiss.

You only lose
when you refuse to
truly be adored.
Stop going for
a boy who likes you
only to ignore.

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