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Tears shed truthfully
contain love
for the good or bad
happy or sad
hurt or joy
it's all about love
because nothing hurts
for good or bad
like that
like
love.
A sparkle in the dark on a somber 18th of March 2024
SANA 2d
YOU MAKE ME FEEL ALL THE
"BUTTERFLIES"
BUT SUDDENLY YOU WILL **** THEM ALL
Styles 2d
lost but not forgotten
moments of the past
funny how they last
pay them no mind

yet, funny how the still find
the time to bind
to your mind-
set you off course
until you get yourself back
until you find yourself behind

making and *** out of yourself

of course
stars cross
and
moons align
thankful for both
I am inclined

so its okay to get lost
just don't be hard to find
and you can always be late
just make sure it at the right time
Could we convince our scars
That the world isn't sharp,
That it means no harm?
Styles 6d
Lost without your love,
I am broken,
beyond all,
repair.
Life is easier learning to unlove you
Than trying to love you
You never made loving you feel easy
From struggling to find ways to reply you the right way so we keep the conversation going
To wondering how to break your silence, just so l don't feel forgotten by you
Heartchronicles
SANA Mar 9
i know i was the one who told you to let go
but why do i don't like this feeling???
Every once in a while, a thought comes along with a lasting strength of memory.

A dose of a wild clarity, a seamless interweaving of symmetry.

Every once in a while, a thought comes along with a lasting strength of memory.

A clear and toned glance at the authenticity of life.

A pure recognition of its simplicity and strife.

Every once in a while, a thought comes along with a lasting strength of memory.

The crumbling of broken shackles becomes the only sound vowed to never forget.

An impossible moment of knowledge bound only to the roots of truth.

A passionate interjection of thinking that will change everything.

Every once in a while, a thought comes along with a lasting strength of memory.

Yet we forget.
I’m clamoring in the stale sheets.

Twisting and turning my body and mind.

I’m drowning in the streaks of defeats.

Awakened and humbled as night and morning slowly become intertwined.

I’m flailing in the wind of obsoletes.

Accepting and acknowledging my unrefined state of mind.

I’m progressing in the ability to make peace.

I’m going to be ok.
I’m going to be fine.
I’m going to be ok.

I love myself, finally.
SANA Mar 7
Apart from asking for "LOVE" from me
sometimes
give me some
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