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Hurricanes
Her tears, lifted my soul, like the waves of a tsunami lifting homes
We are; or were the perfect one
But not too perfect, as how the Baltic and North Sea meet, but don't overlap each other
Once we fall in love, we do stupid things
We did long nights, sad talks, closed eyes, and worried walks
I felt the "love" dripping down to my knees... And that made me weak
The candle flickered, unusually as she would put them out each night
I cried, tears of joy seeing her smile with eyes so bright, even the moon was jealous
I've said some things, because I had some dreams, that you were not there anymore
In someone else's arms, I thought, "how could this happen?" As I let my blood dry
But I know that my love wasn't enough to give you warmth during these cold and dark nights you longed for me, but wasn't there
I hated the way you thought of yourself, so lowly but you were a queen
I always told you to keep your head up so the crown of emeralds and diamonds do not fall into the dark and dingy fog
I always held you into my arms with warming care and love, but all you did was back up and treat me like a dog
I had thoughts of ending myself, ending the chapters of my life, but I thought about you again once more
Paining me such a tragedy you really are, even if you left me, at the altar door.

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It took me awhile to let go. But now I still haven't, so I just decided not to. Memories are supposed to be there for you to be remembered, not to be forgotten.