This. Love.

Someone once said, "Where there is love, there is peace".

Isn't it because I have known pain,

that when I hold you tight, 

in the kindness of those arms remain, I felt peace? 

Once we sunk into silence and closed off our hearts;

our friendship saved us,

we imagined our future lives,

we could see the happiness,

but we couldn't see ourselves survive. 

This love eventually lost its direction. 

Rather than waiting for a miracle to come along, 

I want to hold this hand close to me. 

The power of my belief will make me strong, 

and it will set me free. 

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poem

as long as the emotion is here,

a short phrase can sound like a poem

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Try. Never ask w h y .

Why do we fall in love so easy?Even when it's not right

Where there is desireThere is gonna be a flameWhere there is a flameSomeone's bound to get burned
Doesn't mean you're gonna dieYou've gotta get up and try try tryGotta get up and try try tryYou gotta get up and trytrytry.
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forgotten. I.

I once called the name again and again and nothing called back, I learned that no matter how much you want something, how many times you scream for it, sometimes it's out of your reach_

I never did make it there_

I got lost, and ran out of energy_

I decided to stop calling out for someone who would never call back_

There are things you can't have no matter how much you want them, so it's easier to just forget about them_

so many. . . so many things I have forgotten_

yet there are a lot more that I will never forget_