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Moving On
Love, but just a thought away,
For it surpasses night and day,
And though we try with all our might,
To ease a loss, we lose the fight,
We struggle to reciprocate,
To loves passed on to heaven's gate,
And those we cease to be beside,
Can seem so close, as loves collide,
Daydream away the minutes and hours,
And reminisce on memory's showers,
No one braves a loss the same,
And some will even seek to blame,
But once we face that love is inside,
The truth of it, we cannot hide,
The only thing that's left to do,
Is give love back in all you do.
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After reading two depressive posts this was different
After reading two depressive posts about "death of the closest friend" and "Divorce" this was different ~Again~on~da~road~to~detox
©bishu
Death and divorce
They got married i heard (death and divorce), and had a baby. They named the baby Hopeless.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Uplifting
Love. Pass it on. ~A~
Every once in a while
It happens to me...sanity. :-P
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "