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"toughest" poems
It's so quiet. It's so strange. I've never heard silence so loud before. The drum beats loud and echoes out leaving us alone in this emptiness. Come on, love don't leave me hanging from this cliff. Don't leave me alone to die. I know times are hard and you can't stand on your own, but that doesn't mean you have to leave. Don't run away from this pain. Just come into my arms and stay. At the end of the day the rain will be blown over and all the flowers will be bloomed. Even the toughest storms leave beauty for the eyes to love. Don't get swallowed up in the shadows. I'll be your light. I'll guide you, just follow my feet. I'll lead you into me and hold you until your numb. You're standing in the ocean welcoming the salt water into your body. Dry your eyes and swim to the shore because I'll be waiting there. Just please don't go. Because if you leave I might just have to follow.
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
If You Leave
She thinks that she is only silver. Second place, forever and again. But this girl ... she is so, so much more. She is my dear, dearest friend. Her soul, while brighter than the sun, is tortured by confusion and things in her past ... lofty goals that would thwart even the toughest and a lifestyle going so fast. Courageous ... and meek. A warrior ... and a flower ... all at the same time. Legions of followers, those who look up ... never to see, the little girl who roams in her mind. She will get were she is aiming ... my heart believes in her so. She is strong, stubborn ... so very brave, and this child inside her grows. Now distant, I'll still watch her life unfold from this abyss, for reasons that may forever remain untold. She is far more valuable than any silver, precious gems ... yes, even gold. No object d'art or more costly antiquity ... has ever, ever been sold. I only wish that I could have somehow ... somehow made her see ... that as my friend ... she was so, so much more ... than merely silver to me.
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 7:11 AM UTC
She Thinks That She Is Only Silver
Darling, who ever told you that home is made out of bricks? Home is whenever your heart feel at ease and be at peace Home is whenever you go to places and in love with the streets Home is whenever you listen to the music and jam to its rhythm This two-story building made out of bricks, is a place that shouldn't be burden off your shoulders is a place that should you reminisce in joy instead of grief is a place that should be a sanctuary rather than asylum Darling, who ever told you that home is made out of bricks? Home is whose eyes were jet black with a heartbeat Home is whose smirks feel like summer in winter days Home is whose touch melts away even the toughest iceberg "Well", you said, "this two-story building made out of bricks, is a place where I hear more yelling than laughter is a place where my dreams died and buried deep is a place where I used to shamelessly call as home
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC
House of Broken Dreams
Once I was a king loathed by my kingdom. I was a machine built from the toughest iron nothing could break through. I left my emotions to rust in the rain and murdered them in the cold night. But I let my ego hold my strings and now I can't even treat a human right. I meet a manic on the south side of town. With a cane in hand and his mind locked in a birdcage since the war. He was a maniac for trusting me and loving me and all my iron core. I don't believe his tales for, he is dead on the inside. Departed from his heart, He says he feels more alive this way. With a cigarette in my hand, I hope for his life to never feel alone again.
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Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
A Machine & His Maniac Pt. 1
At the quiet corner of the beach Quaint waves come rushing To embrace the shores With desire deep within Even the jagged rocks seem to melt Such is the intensity Love can persist forever And deluge the toughest Life is so rich When love resides within
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
The Waves
Birds have their homes. This bird made this world, Its own home. When other birds struggled To make friends beyond their homes, This bird made followers and comrades, Transformed them The perseverent leaders of a challenging mission It put its foot on Argentina and Set its victorious fight in Cuba. Availed losses in Congo Voiced and breathed every millisecond Struggled recklessly for a mission, Freedom, peace & prosperity of all its fellow birds Beyond borders. The most superior of the superior birds With an infinite and complex strings of cunningness Put an end to this bird in Bolivia. At the end, the bird failed Fell a prey for other selfish birds. As a root that fell and Buried itself in the soil with an infinite power. To give hope and shelter, To all those who come under it, For the near future and coming generations The bird died! But its mission ignited the phoenix flames In its bird comrades. Got them to fight for Every drop of Injustice, Imperialism and hatred That came racing towards them As an inescapable bullet Their hearts raised in spirit When every drop of its thought Hit them more fierce than The world’s most powerful atomic bomb. The bird died. But its ideals for the mission Rekindled the fires in their heart. Being born an ordinary bird, Fighting for the most demanded & toughest mission, Its thought and principles Set new leaders to fight the unattainable mission Now, looking the most possible Within an attaining distance The bird lived its life, An ordinary and the most challenging one. But transformed a phoenix, When it left the world. And created more of Daring Phoenix warriors; Attain a world filled with peace and happiness.
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Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 9:14 AM UTC
Phoenix for the humanity
Birds have their homes. This bird made this world, Its own home. When other birds struggled To make friends beyond their homes, This bird made followers and comrades, Transformed them The perseverent leaders of a challenging mission It put its foot on Argentina and Set its victorious fight in Cuba. Availed losses in Congo Voiced and breathed every millisecond Struggled recklessly for a mission, Freedom, peace & prosperity of all its fellow birds Beyond borders. The most superior of the superior birds With an infinite and complex strings of cunningness Put an end to this bird in Bolivia. At the end, the bird failed Fell a prey for other selfish birds. As a root that fell and Buried itself in the soil with an infinite power. To give hope and shelter, To all those who come under it, For the near future and coming generations The bird died! But its mission ignited the phoenix flames In its bird comrades. Got them to fight for Every drop of Injustice, Imperialism and hatred That came racing towards them As an inescapable bullet Their hearts raised in spirit When every drop of its thought Hit them more fierce than The world’s most powerful atomic bomb. The bird died. But its ideals for the mission Rekindled the fires in their heart. Being born an ordinary bird, Fighting for the most demanded & toughest mission, Its thought and principles Set new leaders to fight the unattainable mission Now, looking the most possible Within an attaining distance The bird lived its life, An ordinary and the most challenging one. But transformed a phoenix, When it left the world. And created more of Daring Phoenix warriors; Attain a world filled with peace and happiness.
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I like using fire as an analogy, a metaphor, the punchline for most of my poetry I often describe the heart as if it were a hearth, while its beats were the heat it radiated I see it—sometimes a roaring flame, often times a steady bonfire, other times a dying match. It could scorch you if you aren't careful, but it also provides you warmth and light. A sort of clarity. Comfort. It allows some of the toughest things on Earth to become malleable and mold itself into something new It turns the bitter into sweet, the biting cold to teeth-sinking warm, the tasteless into delicious It allows the spirit to soar with columns of smoke to the heavens while the body becomes fertilizer for daisies It takes beauty, and burns it black and ash to the point of no recognition Fire is so precious, and dangerous, and essential, and beautiful, and ugly—just like this hearth of a heart Tended and regulated well, it's the greatest discovery of mankind Allowed to burn out quick, or spread out of control, then it's the accident that burned down London in 1666 I believe I should end this by saying: find someone who will tend to your hearth as if it were their last dying light, instead of a person who would simply roast marshmallows with forest fires
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Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
embers
Burning beneath a cold heart, wet flames rise atop melts the toughest stone.
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 5:19 AM UTC
NAVARASA#1: EMPATHY
She does not own a fighter's body But you can tell right from the start That the thing they have in common Is...she has a fighter's heart For as long as I have known  her A scrapper she has been A lioness well challenged She is cunning, though not mean Her battle is internal Her trophy is her life Her body's full of cancer She's tap dancing on a knife She won't back down from any fight Not this one...that's for sure She determined like a fighter She wants this fight...and one more It's a battle for survival She's as tough as old Ali Her battle cry is awesome "You will not be taking me" I write this for my mother The toughest woman that I know And regardless of her cancer Her pain...she'll never show.
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May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 7:01 PM UTC
The Fighter - (For Mum)
Whiskey is liquid strength, When the rage kicks in, You can take down the toughest guy, In the bar, Mind games, Liquid Strength, Another shot, And maybe, You could take over the world.
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
Liquid Strength
Organic has touch, Metal outlasts. Organic has sound, Metal just echoes. Organic has cushion, For emotions within. Metal stays strong, Can take the toughest hits. Organic has taste, Depending what it ate. Metal vibrates, To try to imitate. Organic has colors, Metal has paint. Organic forgets, Metal just waits. Organic fades, Metal floats in gray. Organic needs air, To sustain health. But Metal stays, Right near our chests. Organic craves, As Metal engraves. Organic understands, Metal just learns. Organic has a name, Metal has a brand. But for some reason, Found more in our hands. Keep organic close, And to metal stand.
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC
Organic Metal
I am a lot stronger than pain may feel. I am a lot stronger than people give me credit for. That's real! I am a lot stronger than fear at its best. I am a lot stronger than the secrets in my closet and the rest of the mess! I am a lot stronger than what "they" say. I am a lot stronger because my Heavenly Father created me this way. I was built to last, not fail nor quit. I am stronger than the wind, fire or the strongest hit. Stronger in mind, body, and wit. Stronger in strength, even in my weakest, I'm physically fit. I thank God I have the ability to stand. Through the toughest times, I'm able to still obey the commands. God has blessed me. So I cannot allow life to sink like quicksand.
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Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
Stronger
You were there for me at my weakest state To comfort me and my self-hate Through our darkest hours and toughest times We let go of our struggles and let time go by Through jokes and games we forgot about life We could talk for hours without blinking an eye As years went on we started to quarrel We argued in hatred about our naive troubles You called me a loner and I said "fine i’ll leave" So I left you and cried until I could no longer weep You made the best of me I tried to make the best of you I regret the day that I blocked you
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Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 8:57 AM UTC
Goodbye Old Friend
I say I love you And you say you love me too. But do you know what I mean? What I truly mean each time I say that I love you? My dear every day I discover something new about you that makes me fall in love with you all over again. These things shall never pass from my mind for they are my true ideal of my true love. The way you smile, so genuinely at me and hug me so tight as if to say you're never letting go, when I help you be confident. The way you realize that I can't always be the strong one and the way you make me even stronger by being my strength in my toughest times. The way we laugh off all the questioning eyes and pointing fingers and instead find ourselves held in close company in each other's eyes. Because, my dear, sweetheart I mean all this and more when I say I love you and those words ring more true with each passing second. This is why you're not only my girlfriend, but my forever and always, and I shall love you every moment of my life Forever and Always...
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 9:58 AM UTC
I'll love you forever and always
And love is really important, even if just for one night. It can chase away your biggest fears, it can get your through your toughest fight. Don't let society make you feel cheap for only needing love in small, temporary amounts. Your value as a person isn't derived from your *** partner count. Don't let them make you feel ***** or small, because some of us need this to survive. The night of love we get from strangers, we use just to stay alive. Because relationships can be messy, and hearts are so easily broken. But through nights of whisky and hotel rooms, we find words of peace that were never spoken. And some of us don't have hearts, as they were stolen long ago. From men called "Dad" and men in suits, and men who we've never known. And maybe the word **** makes the people feel okay. This type of labeling has been going on since the Biblical days. Maybe it makes them feel better about their own sinful ways. Maybe when the Earth crumbles, they'll have a price to pay. Because they don't know what it's like to be empty for so long, That the thought of being full terrifies you. They don't know that you'd rather be wrong, than risk the pain that being right can put you through. But I do, my dear. For I am one of you. I've felt closer to heaven in the arms of strangers than I ever have kneeling on a pew. I know what you dream of, darling. I know that you dream of lasting and healing love. I know that you feel prisoner by your demons, I know you hope for a sign from above. Don't let the world bother you much. I understand you; I know you're doing your best. For now, it's okay to find comfort in a stranger's touch, to let love fall from your mouth. To let pain flow from of your chest.
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Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC
Slut-shaming
And love is really important, even if just for one night. It can chase away your biggest fears, it can get your through your toughest fight. Don't let society make you feel cheap for only needing love in small, temporary amounts. Your value as a person isn't derived from your *** partner count. Don't let them make you feel ***** or small, because some of us need this to survive. The night of love we get from strangers, we use just to stay alive. Because relationships can be messy, and hearts are so easily broken. But through nights of whisky and hotel rooms, we find words of peace that were never spoken. And some of us don't have hearts, as they were stolen long ago. From men called "Dad" and men in suits, and men who we've never known. And maybe the word **** makes the people feel okay. This type of labeling has been going on since the Biblical days. Maybe it makes them feel better about their own sinful ways. Maybe when the Earth crumbles, they'll have a price to pay. Because they don't know what it's like to be empty for so long, That the thought of being full terrifies you. They don't know that you'd rather be wrong, than risk the pain that being right can put you through. But I do, my dear. For I am one of you. I've felt closer to heaven in the arms of strangers than I ever have kneeling on a pew. I know what you dream of, darling. I know that you dream of lasting and healing love. I know that you feel prisoner by your demons, I know you hope for a sign from above. Don't let the world bother you much. I understand you; I know you're doing your best. For now, it's okay to find comfort in a stranger's touch, to let love fall from your mouth. To let pain flow from of your chest.
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In a far away forest there was a bear who felt very blue. She simply could not snap out of it, and didn’t know what to do. There was no reason for this sadness, her life was going well, But at random times in every day, tears would start to swell This feeling kind of scared her, but even more than that, It made her feel embarrassed, like some sort of selfish brat I don’t know why I’m like this, she constantly thought to herself. I have no reason to feel this way, I have my legs, my sight, my health There are bears in other places who have lost their homes to fires, And baby bears in situations that are absolutely dire. But these thoughts did not allieviate her internal pain, In fact they only made it worse, topping sadness off with shame. While she wanted to go talk to someone, to find out what was wrong She settled for self-medicating, taking hits off of a **** This helped her out a little bit, at least for a short while But it was not a real fix, to say so was denial So this went on for months and months, getting progressively worse, And the bear learned to carry the weight of it, bending to this curse She became her toughest critic, her own worst enemy An ugly, unlovable idiot is what she thought herself to be. I can’t tell you what happened to her, I simply do not know Maybe she’s still out there somewhere, just putting on a show.
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Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 12:21 PM UTC
Dancing Bears, Life is Unfair
Living with yourself is the toughest part when you realize your mistakes
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May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC
Mistakes
You gave me a ring It was sapphire in silver Between soft flesh Connected to a lifted furry arm, On a leaned forward body On a bent knee On black asphalt Under dimly lit lights After hours With beautiful brown eyes Lips that moved without noise Just silent magic that I could not Hide my teeth from & I said yes, while I shook Because I knew for months That it was you forever But things change every day & the only thing that stays the same Is love If it's true enough If you're true enough That sapphire is just a memory Replaced by a sapphire in our hearts At least in mine The toughest stone for the toughest heart & the strongest love ever known
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC
Sapphire Heart
Clever minds that stretch The many elements which live as our backdrop Too often everyday is spoiled By unnecessary people, gathering ammunition For climbing invisible platforms of command These are cast aside by simple smiles and welcomes And it was. Even if the task was invisible to me at first My soul felt at home amongst these new work mates My responsible position was underwritten Given gravitas and a freedom to which I wasn't quite used The time was charged with familiar but different It was fraught but strangely healthier in paradox The honest fight was taken with gestures of family proportion Success had waned but the unity of 'knowing' was the strength That continued to support that Company In spite of the turmoil my personal facets were given air To run and to adjust, to temper and to manage Poor communication was completely disastrous The confusion of three currencies And the balance of understanding left us guessing Never mind agreement or translation Through all this, looking back my heart is lifted Not by the freedom or the ability to achieve ...mostly, It is the strength from our leader, That calm, silver haired man When many were distraught you kept us going And fed us with hope and built our confidence, Not always with the obvious But gave us the ability to win through by believing , Believing in us and building back our motivation and teasing out The raw infrastructure of our true capabilities Never before has anyone, apart from my Mother Believed in me as you did. To tackle the toughest of tasks Anything that the industry, the public or our customers Could throw at us, we dealt with it. Sadly you could do nothing at the final demise but take the role Of a father giving news of an aged relative sadly moved by A force greater than yourself I know had you the influence, the power and the funding............ You were always more than a boss Chris Your transparent enthusiasm raised our spirits And in times of worry I hope we lifted yours too. I think of you often, thank you for being a friend After we were no longer professionally connected. I see your generous smile and your warm handshake I can hear your laugh now It's always a treat to catch up over a beer. I now find you in my phone, in my photographs But mostly in my heart for being a great bloke You taught me so much. Speak soon, with love, Max
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
Living with Gretag
Clever minds that stretch The many elements which live as our backdrop Too often everyday is spoiled By unnecessary people, gathering ammunition For climbing invisible platforms of command These are cast aside by simple smiles and welcomes And it was. Even if the task was invisible to me at first My soul felt at home amongst these new work mates My responsible position was underwritten Given gravitas and a freedom to which I wasn't quite used The time was charged with familiar but different It was fraught but strangely healthier in paradox The honest fight was taken with gestures of family proportion Success had waned but the unity of 'knowing' was the strength That continued to support that Company In spite of the turmoil my personal facets were given air To run and to adjust, to temper and to manage Poor communication was completely disastrous The confusion of three currencies And the balance of understanding left us guessing Never mind agreement or translation Through all this, looking back my heart is lifted Not by the freedom or the ability to achieve ...mostly, It is the strength from our leader, That calm, silver haired man When many were distraught you kept us going And fed us with hope and built our confidence, Not always with the obvious But gave us the ability to win through by believing , Believing in us and building back our motivation and teasing out The raw infrastructure of our true capabilities Never before has anyone, apart from my Mother Believed in me as you did. To tackle the toughest of tasks Anything that the industry, the public or our customers Could throw at us, we dealt with it. Sadly you could do nothing at the final demise but take the role Of a father giving news of an aged relative sadly moved by A force greater than yourself I know had you the influence, the power and the funding............ You were always more than a boss Chris Your transparent enthusiasm raised our spirits And in times of worry I hope we lifted yours too. I think of you often, thank you for being a friend After we were no longer professionally connected. I see your generous smile and your warm handshake I can hear your laugh now It's always a treat to catch up over a beer. I now find you in my phone, in my photographs But mostly in my heart for being a great bloke You taught me so much. Speak soon, with love, Max
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There was once a fisherman, big rough fisherman who had fished the world he has caught many small and big fish he was the toughest fisher who fought for his fish he was none other than Yainkos the fisherman. Rushi Nathoo Grade 8b
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 6:19 AM UTC
The Fisherman
*Love is a communication between two hearts Silence, is the toughest riddle*
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 8:05 AM UTC
Riddle
Welcome to womanhood what’s so great about being nothing 50 years ago we couldn’t even work you would think that the people who bring you onto this earth you would respect the most instead you hurt us we are disrespected, disobeyed, stay in a woman’s place, do what women do when you say something back it’s not proper or lady like looks like something dangerous we can’t do it looks like something tough don’t even try but if you think about it we’re the toughest we risk the most No matter what we do somehow it’s wrong you’re strong, you get penalized you cry, you get stepped on why even try when nothing will ever make a difference Frankly being a “woman” ***** it’s unnecessary responsibility that no one really wants we bleed about 86 days out of the year nothing to stop pregnant for 40 weeks with children that are gonna disrespect us because their dad’s are gonna leave us and children become just like that in the end we end up alone no one ever really cares what you do or how you end up you’ve populated the world now your job is done that is if you’re ever that lucky some place they take that away stabbing and degrading the only thing that will make you anything torturing and killing the ones that are weak or just not strong enough to fight back some places all you are is a toy being ***** and played with the whole time as long as you’re good you stay alive having something stuck inside you shocking you dead then they say “Welcome to womanhood” what if I wanna leave?
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Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 2:11 PM UTC
Welcome to "Womanhood"
Welcome to womanhood what’s so great about being nothing 50 years ago we couldn’t even work you would think that the people who bring you onto this earth you would respect the most instead you hurt us we are disrespected, disobeyed, stay in a woman’s place, do what women do when you say something back it’s not proper or lady like looks like something dangerous we can’t do it looks like something tough don’t even try but if you think about it we’re the toughest we risk the most No matter what we do somehow it’s wrong you’re strong, you get penalized you cry, you get stepped on why even try when nothing will ever make a difference Frankly being a “woman” ***** it’s unnecessary responsibility that no one really wants we bleed about 86 days out of the year nothing to stop pregnant for 40 weeks with children that are gonna disrespect us because their dad’s are gonna leave us and children become just like that in the end we end up alone no one ever really cares what you do or how you end up you’ve populated the world now your job is done that is if you’re ever that lucky some place they take that away stabbing and degrading the only thing that will make you anything torturing and killing the ones that are weak or just not strong enough to fight back some places all you are is a toy being ***** and played with the whole time as long as you’re good you stay alive having something stuck inside you shocking you dead then they say “Welcome to womanhood” what if I wanna leave?
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The opposite of love, is indifference. Not anger, aversion, or hate. Accompanied by avoidant-detachment, And a silence that never abates. It can disguise itself in diffidence; Depressed by misery, for score. Sheltering who practice its persuasion, But leaving its victim longing for more. It looks like a promise that’s broken, It sounds like the melody of a lie. It tastes like a cocktail & bitters; It feels like a passion that died. You can’t see the damage from the outside; The wounds that scar from within. Until they manifest as an addiction, Or any overt kind of sin. Love faces the toughest of battles; Love outshines even the sun. Indifference regards nothing higher; And indifference will perpetually run.
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Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
Indifference
* In contrary of the distance we take. Goodbyes are just as hard to make. I wish the cold will stay away from our hearts. It’s our toughest decision we’ve made - being apart. I give to you a piece of my soul for you to hold. You give yours, I cherish like gold. Three years is a short time away from each other, Yet as long as our hearts are entwine together Our love is as sweet as forever. * © 2014
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 3:23 AM UTC
Being Apart ~