Sometimes I'm hurt just a little, then just a little bit more,
The past seems to haunt me every now and then, and these dead feelings on the floor.
Fixing something that was broken, only have I harmed myself,
Even more putting someone above me and cherishing them above all else.
Love be like this rose with thorns and petals wilting upon soil not meant for it to grow,
No matter how deep one fall in love I see, there's no guarantee its warmth wont turn to snow.
There's no guarantee it won't end possibly and uncontrollably we'll cry,
And run after someone not meant for us like the wind until the heart itself runs dry.
We may fail to accept it and how people change and ponder puzzedly how can this be,
Best friends, lovers to strangers then shipwreck it all like the titanic ecstasy drowning in sorrow like the sea.
Regardless though, life is the greatest, GOD is ever living and He will grant us back love but this time a one that is a blessing,
We must train ourselves to forgive next, free ourselves from chains of negativity, move on and be excited for the next love and be grateful for the lesson.
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