Love can never be lost because its not property, but lust can cause it to be mispronounced. Enjoy the smiles upon your loved ones faces, before life's hard traces send them away leaving you to long for the day they show back up unannounced. Go tell it to the walls on how their was joy in their laughter as you patiently wait anticipating another season, while dwelling in a current relationship that in comparison, seem like an SNL spoof. Convinced you have found a replacement to allude your heart from the forget me nots it feels, while slowly having no choice but to become one with another under a borrowed roof.

Constantly telling yourself stories of hope to help you cope with waiting, until fate decides to repeal its decision for the two of you to make amends. Knowing deep within your soul, that you can never promise you would remain present, if the story of their love was to surely again begins. Cherish every second of each minute on the hour, cause if change were to come like death angel, loneliness would seem like its never going to fade. But rather spin you through cycles to learn things the hard way, just to get you to accept the choices you made.

Oh what an experience are the lessons that are taught in a foreign language, for the shadow in which they point a view, always seem in gloom. Never bury the love you treasure for a moon that doesn't shine, nor for a flower that has no essence of it ever going to bloom. Cause doing so could be the key that leads to a tragedy, that paralyzes your conscious for years. Sending your ability to perceive and assess, into misfiring wires that shock the core of your nerves, leaving your internal lenses in tears.

Behind everything there is lesson to be learned, just as how behind every fight there is a reason why. Could you handle it if you were shown the love you desired didn't make it to be apart of your future, because they didn't even try? Do you know how it feels to give your youth to someone, to only be taken advantage of because of your inexperience, which leads to your emotions being violated all out of spite? Tell me what beauty is there in a love to gain, by always giving someone the benefit of the doubt, to only have them keep proving you right?

Do you not know the agony that stems from missing their touch, basking in their care, telling them you love them and hearing the way they say your name? Oh how does blood rush rapidly as you think dial or not to dial while holding the phone, then somehow your fingers decide quicker than your brain. Oh what a prison is it to be under the microscope bound to a status quo confined in a box that has no P.O.. Cause then are you stamped by your plateau, dying inside just to hear your love whisper once again, a soft hello.

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