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cleann98 Apr 2018
A ticking time bomb
    In her hand.
It can only move forward…
It can only explode.

A roller coaster ride
   With many twists and turns.
It can only end at a stop…

   Or crash and burn,
      Off the road—

She made a promise,
That I kept in my heart.

But if promises are
   indeed made to be broken…

Why are we now crying,
When we knew we were
   indeed meant to part?

If I knew that
  Any word could be
    Goodbye…
Then why even listen?

We’d just try,
   and try…
   and try…
     and end up beaten—

If tomorrow has to be,
The end of our journey,
Must I bother to wake up?

If I just knew
   that we were running
      at full speed towards a dead end—

          —why don’t we just stop?

She looks me,
Straight in the eye
   with all the pain
   in the world…

And I’m just sure
She’s going to say goodbye…
   —So how shall I bear to listen?

“I love you… to the end of the world.”
Listen, even if all sentences are bound to stop... Look at the words in between, not the punctuation mark at the end---
If my eyelids were a canvas
Upon which I could paint your smile,
I'd never open them again,
I'd sleep forever and a while.

If I could see in every cloud,
The gentleness of your embrace,
I'd leap from the tallest building,
And try to float away in space.

If the sparkle of each snowflake
Shined like the glimmer in your eyes,
I'd get buried in a blizzard
Until my frostbitten demise.

If I could find a piece of cloth
To hold me close the way you do,
I'd have to mummify myself
So I'd be always held by you.

If there were ever such a mind
In which you were its only thought,
I don't have to imagine it.
That's just what loving you has brought.
cleann98 Apr 2018
It takes love to twist a heart,
It takes love to break it,
It takes love to mend part by part,
And love to make the pieces fit,
You see, love can really tear you apart,
Love shatters you bit by bit...
But it takes love for a fresh new start,
And I promise you, love will be worth it---
For lovers both broken and complete

— The End —