| So strong was it built No more to rise Nevertheless to fall. With paves of stone.
Hit with rocks, metals, and strain. My fortress did not give in.
It stood there tall in the amidst. holding pride and still standing Stong..
My fortress has been hit. With something unknown, Twas not a stone a metal or any other drone. It crumbles with now so bleak. and shattered souls. What has called my fortress to fall. It was "Love" |
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| I try to do what is right,
I seldom think of the wrong.
I keep holding on tight.
But now I don't even care if I belong.
The things that I do,
The reasons I cry,
Don't ask me for the answers,
I don't even know why.
But what I will say,
Is that i'll do what I have to do,
To make a better next day,
If it'll just please you. |
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| I've lost interest in writing |
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| I will not cry.
I will move on.
I will not die,
until the love is gone.
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