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Love; its the standing in not the falling for
It's he who draws portraits with all the colors you never touch
It's the simple lyrics that you never noticed before
that now play so fresh
It's when he whistles too loudly in the car
But you lower the window and manage to tolerate it
It's when you have so many questions
And he's your only answer
It's how one yes becomes a number of endless yeses
It's knowing all his flaws
And admiring how it's made him a better person
It's believing in forever; the word with the most empty meaning
you'll ever come across,
And yet not expecting eternity
And I sit here wanting to tell you....
suddenly there isn't enough air in the universe to help me breathe
As the air drinks my breath and feeds it to the trees
leaving the words without reaching audibility

It's a month like this that i fail to understand
why love is only celebrated one day out of the whole year
when I'm forced to feel it all 365 days of the year.
for you.




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Lonleydandy said...
Jan. 17, 2010 at 3:38 pm:
I liked it :D
 
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