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Split in Two
Contributed by
the_unknown
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Tuesday, 21st October 2014 @ 12:40:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Here's my problem
For her my love has not changed
It finds itself strong in my soul
I feel it beating in my heart
It was always the storybook kind of love
That is almost too surreal
And I know that a person isn't always
The same the next time that you see them
And our paths have a round about way
As she has changed apart, so have I
But that's okay, I don't want her to be stagnant
Living hundreds of miles away I just keep
Her close to my heart as my dearest friend
Yet I always knew our love could move mountains
And make the sunsets blush
Here is why I have a problem
I met you
I picked you up off the ground
And we flew
We fought for eachother until we were
Black and blue
You helped create who I am right now
Just as I helped mould you
I gave you strength when you gave up on yourself
Now look at you!
Strong and motivated
We have built our lives around one another
We've talked of the future and what it holds for us
You're my home
I love you and you love me
So can you see it now?
Her and I, we were written in the stars
But do the stars always tell us the truth?
I have you and you seem so fearlessly in love
And as much as I love you, my heart still hurts
Because I love her, too
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Re: Split in Two
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by northernlights on
Wednesday, 29th October 2014 @ 02:05:05 AM AEST
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| But do the stars always tell us the truth.Powerful pivotal line bringing all the questions and all the answers to the feet of where I think all of the affairs and struggles of the heart belong,Nature, with all the drives and forces never to make sense of our world but then that's because it isn't! |
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