My stars are not shining,
My heavens are falling.
What is left
In this world for me?
Love,
Love is whats left.
At least,
Thats what everyone tells me.
But in truth,
What is love?
Is it a screwed up passion
Between two people?
Or is it a desire
That two people
Hold for each other?
The truth,
Is not meant,
For mankind to hear,
For we are too fragile,
And our spirits,
Easily broken,
By the truth.
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I need a name for this peice. i just came up with it. it just kinda came out, i don't even know why i wrote it really.
Written November 5th, 2005
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I would call it "Complicated explainations" but, hey that's just me. I like how you are asking all the questions, and I can uncerstand what you mean by it.
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