Love is a ship's battle,
you either sink or float.
Do you have an extra paddle?
For I might throw mine off the boat.
Or with all of your might
would you throw me aside,
abandon me tonight
with lonely tempest tides?
There's no one else to blame -
I've taken all the guilt
and I've accepted all the shame
for destroying the raft we built.
Now you've parted from me
and head towards the shore.
I ponder how many will be
in stretch of distance, like before.
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I like this alot. You have a good style here. This flow is really nice. I am sure many people can relate to this in some way. I know I definately can. The best was the end though."I ponder how many will be
in stretch of distance, like before." that was a perfect ending. This actually reminds me of how I used to write when I was 16. Very nice write I enjoyed it.
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so very true dear... love can be a battle. I agree with that. I think it is because men can't figure out women and women... well we think we have it all figured out... only to find that we don't have anything figured out at all. Thanks for writing this very interesting write.
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