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There is really a person who can only see those people who he/she loves and didn't love him back. But  never appreciate those people who really loves them . Because he/she is blinded by his pride. Blinded by those things he/she wants.
It is really hard to be a Real Mother. Because as A Mother you should be the key / should be the one to lead her children to the right path.
 Nov 2015 Ava Valentine
Cathyy
If it were up to me,
I'd be more than a composer..
I'd be a musical conductor,
The night stars would be an orchestra
To us all.

If it were up to me,
I'd be less of a coward,
I'd be someone you'd be proud of,
I'd write a poem so beautiful that the world might just change...

But it's hard to feel this hope all alone..
It's hard to turn the waves from our home
its hard to turn my thoughts, into poems
And it's hard to be in love, on my own
Would you let me give you all the flowers I have grown?

Could I show you all the magic I've been shown?

If it were up to me,
I'd be on my way now
I'd be a busker by the bay now
I'd be a writer, still falling hard

If it were up to me,
I'd be less of a student, and more a teacher..
I'd be a doer, not a dreamer
I'd be iconic without needing a broken heart...

Oh it's hard to hear stories, from those around
It's hard to hear that everyone's, been knocked down..
It's hard to promise that things, could still look up..

See it's hard to give up,
When all I want is to be a Giver...

A giver of hope, songs and love.
Hopefully you like this guys x
 Nov 2015 Ava Valentine
Cathyy
Come back and stay please
I know you're wide awake
The city lights aren't changing,
No they're still the same..

oh you could read a new poem
from where my heart got torn..
and we could talk 'till
New Year's Morn...
as I think of,
how to want...
you as just a friend

oh play those records,
replay that first slow song
and tell me what's right
when I get it wrong
and if your chest hurts
we could just...
press. Pause.

No, won't you type back?
with those words i seek
You're my midnight coffee
break, when i'm writing songs,
so to speak...
and I'm singing,
"Oh aren't we just; so,
bittersweet?"

Come back and stay,
please.

When you're up,
I never want to sleep.
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