bittersweet memories,
beautiful and imcomplete.
do you try and revive the past?
or succumb to the defeat?
do you dwell in yesterday's sorrow?
or follow the scent of another?
should you allow a time of mourning?
or just live one heartbreak to the other.
So many of us do,
as almost a drug we crave.
society gives men a thumbs up,
while women just 'misbehave'.
yet in all of life's whispers,
love stories are still told.
but now and days to see an ending,
few have been so bold.
harliquins leave imagination,
to the readers mind.
and so a true love story,
is truly hard to find.
Yet I have found my beginning.
and I hope there is no end.
it's here our stories intertwine,
I hope never to amend.
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