When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No worries, no fears, no troubles, no fuss.
In the mother's arms, we put our trust.
But as we grew, we looked and craved,
and all too soon became enslaved.
The more we saw, the more we wanted.
Our quest for more became undaunted.
Our thirst for more could not be quenched.
The more we grasped, the tighter we clenched.
We scampered and gathered and gathered to hoard.
Possessions became our master and lord.
And when we're old with our treasures all heaped,
a sad example of what greed has reaped.
Our fists still clenched in a grasping motion,
till at our death, when our hands are opened.
You were like the sun who brought light
Into my cold, dark, and lifeless night.
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Together we may struggle
but without you all I feel is pain.
Sometimes I may seem
Relationships are like lemons,
sour but sometimes sweet,
a kiss is like a cherry,
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
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