poemszz
the broken heart of a broken mind...

Some say love
it is a river
that drowns the tender reed

Some say love
it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.

Some say love
it is a hunger
an endless aching need

I say love
it is a flower
and you it's only seed


It's the heart
afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.

It's the dream
afraid of waking
that never takes a chance.


It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give.


And the soul
afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live.


When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long.


And you think that love is only for
the lucky and the strong.

Just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows.

Lies the seed, that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes The Rose.
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Once you were here.
Then you were gone.
Nothing has been the same.
From that moment on.
Here comes the darkness.
To drive away the sun.
Where are you?
When the lonely comes.
Along with the darkness.
The sadness moves right in.
I don't know why.
I can't be happy again.
Days turn into weeks.
Weeks became years.
Still the lonely finds me.
Drowning in my tears.
I have no place to run.
When the lonely comes.
Night after night.
It won't let me be.
The lonely is a monster.
That feeds on misery.
I don't know how to stop it.
Or even where it's from.
All I know, is where I'll be.
When the lonely comes...
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Almost everyday,

we have to explain ourselves to others in one way or another.


Because for everything we do, theres a reason.
Because for everything we think, theres a reason.
Because for everything that happenes, theres a reason.


Sometimes we tell the truth ;
Starting with saying "because . . . . . " followed by the reason
Sometimes we dont ;
Starting with saying "because . . . . . . " while trying hard to come up with an acceptable reason within seconds
Sometimes we mix the truth and fiction

On other times,
we are on the receiving end of hearing the "because . . . . . "
What do we want to hear?
The truth always?
What if the truth isnt pleasant?
And it will make u depressed, disappointed, sad, cry?
Then do we want to hear lies?
We try to judge the truth in the reason.
Or are we trying to make wads not the truth?
Had we already know in our mind the reason before the person ever started saying "because . . . . . "
Even if the person is saying the truth, you doubt it, question it, start to think about it.
We just want to hear what we want to hear.
And I have one unresolved "because . . . . . "
that had me thinking endlessly for many months
It may have been the truth,
but sometimes I feel, that there may be more to it

It's funny isn't it?
Because.
It binds.
It branches out.
Its mystifying.
It hurts.
Its puzzling.
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the more i love you
the more pain i received
the harder i love you
the more heartbreaks i received

FOR THE ONE I'VE LOVED A LONG TIME AGO...

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