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One Way Street

I now understand

That love can be a one way street.

It used to be

A quiet country lane,

With the sweet rumble

Of yesterdays

Tumbling both ways to meet.

Now the scenery is gray,

Dripping tears from every tree;

Their scorched bodies trembling.

It's now I see.

I see blockades

As tall as the sky,

Preventing my love to enter;

I'm stuck behind.

But again and again,

I put myself in reverse.

Then back into drive

To restart the course.

Again and again,

I crash into the walls

As high as the sky.

It doesn't matter how many times I fall;

Forever I'll try.

Whether or not I'm broken and bruised,

Whether or not every breath is to cry;

Again and again,

Forever I'll try.





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