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I think I may have forgotten what love feels like,

strong for so long

now I feel alone

and everyone is gone.

Problem is-to know they're only one phone call away

and they won't call.

You wonder if they think of you after all- you've been thru.

And here you sit, alone with hope and emptyness.

Family, the truest love you grew to know,

and they don't even know

what haunts your soul;

as you face all your demons with intentions

to love.

Though the truest connections of your youth fade, covered in snow.

What's the feelin of runnin to mommy

when you're hurt and want to have that hold

from her heart of gold.

Yet here you sit-

lost in hopeless romance

falling for every connection that ignites your soul.

Such power to blind you

as you grow old

what did those deep connections mean

why have they become so temporary, so cold?

Is love a distraction?

Who are the one's meant for you to hold?

Do you believe Romeo for all the fields he left unsown?

To love and cherish forever and make you believe you are Juliet, his home.

I wish I knew how to help you.

Maybe that's the lesson after all.

"To love and be loved" and

"To feel everything so deeply is both a blessing and a curse"

may be true, but my friend, I hope you get to look back

and know you tried afterall;

and your greatest love will be to yourself.

I hope you love beyond telling time has become no more

for you to take every next step with confidence, closing the past door.

I hope you live life to the fullest

and understand the lesson within the connections.

They are all part of the story untold.