Love
A Poem by Paradoxical
| Love What does it mean? How do we know? It never comes easy But only for show
We hear it all day And every night too But when will we know When our dreams have come true?
We live in our lives And not in our dreams And we sew with a needle Sew up the seams
Sew up our hearts Whenever they’re broken So we can love again And finally get the token Of love |
© 2010 Paradoxical
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Added on July 19, 2010
Last Updated on July 19, 2010
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Paradoxical Forever Land, Where Dreams Never End, AZ
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I write because it is my dream to be a writer and I enjoy it. I can pour my heart into a poem or a story and make it as artistic as I want. It's a beautiful thing to have the words to express myself w.. more..
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