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If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since March 2016
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In the Absence of Love

March 27, 2016

December 7th, bright and beaming,

the thing I waited months for was fleeting.

I was speechless when what I thought was love,

was actually just my imagination.

Why would my mind trick me into

seeing things that were not there?

That's when I thought “wow, life's unfair”

Months passed, still in love,

but the 16th of March was a breath of air.

Dark hair, dark eyes, a genuine smile,

if anything happened it would last a while.

Of course the feeling wouldn't last long,

he saw his eyes in someone else' poem.

Despite all this, sleepless nights,

living without love wouldn't be right.

Without my friends love reassuring me,

and my parents love always pushing me

to better myself more and more,

life would be even emptier than before.

Sometimes in the absence of love,

you realize that friends and family,

is actually enough.

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