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The Meaning of Desire
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July 2012 I write out all our memories,
until written word becomes a close friend to me,
hair waving in the wind like a breeze through trees,
eyes that show me the light, could it be?
that i deserve you, and you deserve me,
i won't hurt you, if you don't hurt me,
once you're the friends we to this day still are,
going back to nothing is quite hard,
going to miss you,but i won't shed a tear,
something strong within me this year,
why should i fear? been through this before,
now i learn there is always another open door,
but yours opened up something i never knew,
invited me in so i calmly walked through,
now i feel no sadness, and i can write with a smile,
safe to say i haven't felt this way in a while.
