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Tuesday, November 07, 2017

love innocent from all this.

Did you ever wonder why this ache is just there, and why it comes when you least expect it, you even know not were.
Did you ever ask yourself honesty if it is a true feeling not a thing blown with air,
If she love him, as he love her
For he truly can't stand facing life alone, without touching her hair,

Over and over we say in our minds, that we do not love them, we never ask why.
Then the torment of memories drifts into our heads, and that thing we call love, just comes right on in.
we've been there and done that and we'll do it again,
do you will be happy when it happens to walk in. 

Do you really think that the torment of love is the ride of our lives, and the agony of the heart is our mission in life.  
Do you really think that without these torments and missions we cross, one never knows when the heart will fall.
Do you really think that to love is to hurt, and to hurt is to heal., get up and rise is your goal now and here

No.. no my dear, love innocent from all this gear...