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May 2016
Some people
They come into our lives
Just as we
Need them the most
Someone to lift us up
Carry our hearts
They whisper
Sweet nothings
Yeah
But either
They think they meant it
Or we believed their lies
And both
Who knows?
But still
For those
Moments in time
We are
Transformed
Given wings
To soar above
The graveyard of lost loves

We give them the power
To make us happy
Sad
We need to be happy
Without them
Be that
As it may
We pour our hearts
Dreams
Hopes
Love
Into them
Some of them
Mean it
Some of them
Are too broken
To know they cannot
Love
And some are
Just leading us on
To the graveyard of lost loves

Every tombstone
Every pillar
Every mausoleum
A monument
A marker
A testament
To a broken heart
Broken trust
Broken bonds
Lost dreams
Lost hopes
Lost passions
This place where
If you listen
You can hear the wails
Of those who have died here
Carried by the wind
Of indifference
The ground is littered with their tears
Here, in the
Graveyard of lost loves
Axle Avatari
Written by
Axle Avatari  Northern California
(Northern California)   
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   ---, Pia and Little Bear
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