MY WOUNDS ARE HEALING BUT LEAVING SCARS... SPENDING FRIDAY NIGHTS IN A PUBLIC BAR.. WALKING DOWN DOWNSTREET ON AN EMPTY ROAD.. BABY JUST CALL ME ONCE AM NOT SO FAR... Well, the moon made me realize that loving a person from distance is not a bad thing. IF I SMILE FOR NO REASON JUST DON'T ASK WHY AS THERE ARE MANY THINGS THAT HURT ME AND I CRY. Yet I never was a tender fruit to your delight, Yet you plucked me with your hands,& Pierce through the layer’s, I was never ripened, But I was made for rot, & to you, I am not, Yet you choose me through your delights, Yet cared for me, wiped me, from your heart, Your essence mixed up and I bloom all-new, To your delight’s & never goes back to dark, So babes aren’t it obvious here I will get hurt, And isn’t it obvious that will you get hurt, But this is the very condition of existence, isn’t it? To become spring, and accept the risk of winter dear, To become present means accepting the risk of absence……!!!!!!!!
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