Things fall apart.

Sometimes I feel that I'm the only one who loves like I do;
who cares like I do;
who sees life like I do.

Sometimes I feel that life will make me jaded and cruel;
a heartless fool;
unknowingly confused.

Mind over matter cannot ease the pain
of the hail storms that came
before it even began to rain.

deep love seems to be invisible;
often discarded with last night's waste
or purposely forgotten or misplaced.

I have been told that 'true love endures';
true love is pure;
I am not so sure.

If I never see tomorrow, would love care?
Would love care?
Would love care?

If I lived to see forever, would love be there?
Would it look towards a blank wall and stare?
Would it hold on as we travel through the air?

If things fall apart, can they be repaired?
Could love again be shared?
Should I even dare?




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