True Love Dies Hard

Posted: February 1, 2013 in Poetry
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Left with so many whys

& now in her smiles

I can see my eyes

My heart always breaks

How she walks away

Every piece she takes

A pebble for the pile

Sun can never stay

No matter the tears

Or how many years

But for a while,

It lights up a dark town

Love is like poetry

You rush to write it down

For it leaves reality

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