Months back, I was faced with choices. The choice between the man who could make me the happiest and hurt me the most, and the man who could simply make me smile and not hurt me as much.
I chose the latter, fearing the pain the heavens could befall upon me. And smile I did.
I have been happy in a way that I knew I always had my heart in check. I was smiling because my heart was in a safe place: guarded by my head.
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Pink- its my new obsession. Pink its not even a question. Pink, on the lips of your lover, 'cause pink is the love you discover.
Pink as the bing on your cherry. Pink cause you are so very... pink - its the color of passion, 'cause today it just goes with the fashion.
Pink, it was love at first sight. Pink, when I turn out the light. Pink gets me high as a kite and I think everything is going to be all right no matter what we do...
Tonight you could be my flamingo 'cause pink is the new kinda of lingo. Pink like a deco umbrella; It's kink - but you don't ever tell her.
I want to be your lover. I wanna wrap you in rubber as pink as the sheets that we lay on. Pink its my favorite crayon, yeah.
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