If I might say hello
before we say goodbye
we might in a farewell
never feel a need for why.
Midnight tear just rolled my cheek
that wetness there I could feel
I knew in that moment you were with me
together we can feel this cry.
This morning begins another hour
thoughts of you will carry me through
each time when I can imagine
every aspect of my life with you
For every night begins imagining you,
wake up to a sky in a spectacular blue
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la condivisione del dolore è un dono di amore da parte di chi lo fa e di chi lo riceve
Hope isn't an emotion, but a daily choice.
Words are the only thing left holding me together.
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I'm the last words of a slain poet
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