lost and found
Words can’t find their place because they were written somewhere years ago. Now, you’re just feeling it all. The misery, memories, and pain. Real love is when the door is open but you’re not holding it anymore. You gave me a ring, but I was left alone at the altar. You put me in the garden with your promising vine, but my petals are losing their blaze. And I know it’s still love because my flowers still waters itself with tears. It’s not your fault that I let my cup be filled by your love because the devil loves to lie. And my heart knows that it’s real because my faith may be dying, but my love is not. It’s safe to say that my hope in the next season isn’t found in your hands holding mine or my hands holding another. It’s found in areas of hopes where our hearts are healed and not haunted by our ghosts.
Do you have any idea who keeps lurking on your blog???
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ReplyDeleteHalf moon makes you wonder that maybe the other side of you is within the darkness. Recently I find it so enticing, the thalf moon. It gives so many meaning. No wonder why does the moon has so many phase. You can relate to it no matter what.
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