Keep Fighting
Were damaged by previous relationships, and harden by the knowledge learned;
Paranoid about every opportunity that’ll harm us, and leave us scorned.
Aware of all decisions that effects the heart, with eyes open, and the mind alert;
Not thinking adverse, just acting off of being disturbed, and love being cut short.
The only concern is that there want be any fight in me to continue the pursue of love;
Past hurtful memories shadow any possibility of being love again or thought of.
Nevertheless, hope has to be relevant in the next chapter in life.
Because…
There’s good fruit in the world to consume, you’ve just got to have a good eye.
Please don’t let pain, blur your damaged vision, because joy is waiting for you.
That joy could be closer than you think, might even be pursuing you.
“A beautiful vase is made with a purpose, knowledge, fire, and time. The fire and time makes the vase stronger, the one who endures achieves beauty. I think you’re beautiful.”
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