but it sometimes needs to go
to turn its back
on the futility of hoping
cover its ears from the mockery
of dreams that one wakes up to
and nightmares that reality haunts
it never dies...
it thrives, sometimes
in the dark, at night when
no one listens and nothingness speaks
when truths are unheard
and there remains
only
the belief, when one dies
then love lives, eternal
one dies, love lives
I can feel the theme..Very well written.And you girls are responsible for someone's love to die..We never do that...Just Kiddin...Very well written
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