Time is slowly slipping by. Thoughts.of what could have been. Moments lost in time. Hopes gone by, never to be seen. Time lost on the wind. Memoriesn fleeting by.
Feeling hopeless in the dark. Fears of loss and what's to come. Hopes of what can never be. Tears flow free like the spring rains. Seeking something not quite known. Begging for more then what I have. Ashamed of what I have become. Hopeless fellings in the dark. Fear of what, unknown. Screams never heard in the dark. Never seen by the light of day.
Love is a rare beauty. Like nothing to be campered to. There is more to love then I will ever know. Love can be gental. It can also be harsh. Love is strange. Love is rough. Love is gental. Love good. Love is love.
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