Love never
dies a natural
death. It dies
because we
don’t know
how to
replenish its
source. It
dies of
blindness
and errors
and
betrayals. It
dies of illness
and wounds’
it dies of
weariness of
withering of
tarnishing.

Happy Valentine’s Day

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How could an
Angel break
my heart?
Why didn’t
she catch my
falling star? I
wish I didn’t
wish so hard.
Maybe I
wish our
love apart.

Happy Valentine’s Day

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Tears can sometimes
be more special
than smiles.
For smiles
can be given to any one.
But tears are only shed
for people we love!

Happy Valentine’s Day !

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The saddest
thing is the
world, is loving
someone who
used to love you.

I miss you.

I sure miss you alot.

Happy Valentine’s Day

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I’m Sorry I’m Not Like You Wanted Me To Be
I Wasn’t How You Wished
I’m Sorry I Couldn’t See
I WOuld Never Be Missed

I’m Sorry I Missed The Reason
Why You Never Liked Me
I Couldn’t See The Treason
That Fell Over Me

I Never Do Anything Right
Is What You Always Said
I Fell Apart That Night
After I WAs In My Bed

I Couldn’t Change The Way
I Would Always Cry
I Couldn’t See The Day
When Anyone Would Wonder Why

I Never Had A Prayer
Wishes Don’t Come True
My Life’s So Unfair
Since I Believed You

I’mSorry Your Not Pleased
I Didn’t Want To Be Like That
I’m Sorry I Was Teased

All I’veEverDone
All I’ve Ever Said
I Didn’t Want To Run
I Didn’t Want To Be Dead

I’m Sorry I Weak
I Tried To Be Great
This New Life I’ll Seek
So I Won’t Break

I Did What You Asked
And Let No One See
The Real Girl Is Masked
The Real Girl Is Me

Now I’ve Decided
I’ll Leave This Home
Thank What You’ve Provided
And Leave You Alone

I’ll Write You A Letter
Say I’llGo Away
I HopeYou Will Get Better
And Will See The TrueJoy Of Day

I’m Never Coming Back
And I Won’t Make You Mad
I’ll Follow My Own Track
And My Life Won’t Be So Bad

a poem by Lisa Barlow, Australia

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On this day of shadows filled,
I have torn down what ive built.
Your lips say that you love,
Your eyes say that you hate.

Telling me to go,
But since beg me to stay.
When I die is not for certain,
But I will choose to drop the curtain,

There’s truth in your lies,
Doubt in your faith,
What you build you lay to waste.

Now that you have finally spoken,
Now 4ever I am Broken.

A poem by John Leverton Loomis, USA

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