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Its not ignoring it, that helps you find it. It's being able to accept it. Most people won't find it. They won’t find anything. They'll make themselves a picture. Something fake. That keeps them busy. A creation. Can you just become Love? I can’t picture that. That must take time. I want effortless love. Maybe I don't want love. Because, I want to fall and break something. I want to stop fighting with myself. I want to see what I want clearly, when it finds me. One day someone will feel the way I do about you for me. So I swallow my feelings, Day to day, Knowing that it didn’t work out. It was you, who was the stepping stone, in the gravel, past the fence, under the old withered trees, blocking that view worth waiting for.
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Sep 13, 2011
Sep 13, 2011 at 11:31 PM UTC
The Stepping Stone
Its not ignoring it, that helps you find it. It's being able to accept it. Most people won't find it. They won’t find anything. They'll make themselves a picture. Something fake. That keeps them busy. A creation. Can you just become Love? I can’t picture that. That must take time. I want effortless love. Maybe I don't want love. Because, I want to fall and break something. I want to stop fighting with myself. I want to see what I want clearly, when it finds me. One day someone will feel the way I do about you for me. So I swallow my feelings, Day to day, Knowing that it didn’t work out. It was you, who was the stepping stone, in the gravel, past the fence, under the old withered trees, blocking that view worth waiting for.
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sami-taylor
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Sep 13, 2011
Sep 13, 2011 at 11:31 PM UTC
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