The emptiness of this room whispers
to me with the same pain you had in your voice:
“Sometimes love just isn’t enough”
With those words you made the poetess
in me want to set on fire all of the poems she wrote.
If not love, then what?
The emptiness of this room whispers
to me with the same pain you had in your voice:
“Sometimes love just isn’t enough”
With those words you made the poetess
in me want to set on fire all of the poems she wrote.
If not love, then what?
So I thought all day about that question. It’s a really good one. I can’t think of a good answer. What do you love? Is mine. And you could emphasize each word differently to ask another. That makes you a good writer.
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Nice one
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Its always the ‘love’ that comes in between.
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Love is a strange thing
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