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poems are made by fools like me.... |
We meet and it begins
The sound of violins...
They always leave me hanging
Don't know the reason why...
Holding on to what's now lost
Taking the drug of love for a cost...
Eros, let my heart be!
This love is slowly killing me...
I dare not to speak of the object of my bliss
I dread the absence of your kiss...
As Luna draws near
The sky turns sincere...
Sighing to every star I see
Wishing for one of them to flee...
Greetings may have come a thousand strong
On a day when the brightest sunflower grazed...
This road of an empty shadow
Lies broken by the winds of change...
Amidst the fog most warriors would not cross
Lies a treasure no one dared to remember...
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If you wanna end up with the right person, you've got to make it happen. the best people are always taken. if you don't steal them, you won't have them |
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Love and reason are sworn enemies |
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In every love tragedy, |