The first time, we tried to forget..
The second time, we tried to part..
We knew what we were getting ourselves into.. Yet why couldn't we stop.. Why couldn't I let go?
Why do I love you?
Why do you love me?
What do we need from each other that makes it so hard to leave and not look back?
What else are we longing for?
What else am I looking for?
Is it you?
Could it be finally you...?
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I love writing.. How words play in my head like a wonderful symphony just aching to be written. There are days when I seem to write better when I'm torn and confused.. Poetry is like a tide that washes away all emotional imprints that mar the sand that is your soul..
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