Love
A Poem by Paradoxical
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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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