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Love is a funny thing so it is said. It brings out the parts of us that we all dread. We have been there before, the pain is so real. It has made our bodies numb to this warmth that we feel. At least when alone there is no one to bring pain Our aloneness has a love of its own in an empty kind of way A love of solitude, a love to be free of all of those burdens that relationships bring. To try love again, what price would there be? To lose this solitaire feeling that has made the soul free. To fly alone no more but to fly wing to wing. This togetherness could be costly somehow it seems. But remember once more to that love long ago. Has there not been enough time to let your feelings flow? Once more to another who returns them to you. Once more to love again and be loved too. To share your solitude with another lonely soul. Together the two of you can make your lives whole Two halves brought together to bring joy once again To the souls thought lost forever in love's senseless game. ©Sonji Rush |
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