Category : Poems

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Born to live as...
 Many days as I have, 
Turning what I lack into 
Something... I already have.

Sadness is like a cloud that will pass 
Once my eyes drop.
Sometimes love is not enough,
Love is never enough in this life.

 It doesn't matter how much
 Of their mistakes you try to forget, 
 The finish line is closer with
 Every step you take towards them.

I leave the house 
With the same enthusiasm 
With which I came.
  I am open to the new, 
Because the old me is already dead.