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You know those things about yourself
that you're self conscious of?
Those quirks that you're trying to hide?
Those are not your weaknesses,
those are your strengths.
~Terry Border

Ghost

See right through me
pretend i'm not here
act like we never met,
act like you don't care

We've beeen through a lot,
more than two people ever should,
but that doesn't mean we stop reaching,
stop trying to get through.

Why can't we be civil?
Why can't you care?
Why do all our hours spent together,
end up like torn pictures on the floor.

Never to be looked at,
only to be burned.
Is that all you want of me now,
a old memory, charred, black, broken?

You hurt me bad,
this I am aware,
but how can something so perfect,
end in such dispair?

We only keep this up,
never knew it would be so much work,
to not only not talk,
but try to keep you out of my memory too.

but it never works,
you always are near,
never in life,
but in by mind, in my heart.

The worst part is,
you know this is true,
that i will always,
have a special place for you.

Searching

Do we ever want something we don't even know to look for,
To seacrh on end trying to look for something we don't even know we want?
Searching for love is like this,
Can you really look for something you aren't even sure will exisit?

Are we one hundred percent positive we want love anyway?
Doesn't love lead to many bad choices, bad fights, and bad days?
Aren't we so much better off without it,
Or do we continue searching because we consider it worth the risk.

What if what we find is a huge bust,
Something we hate, and don't like,
Then isn't all the time spent seaching a waste?
Time that could have been spent searching something secure, a for sure likeable thing?

But if you are lucky enough to find love in this crazy world,
I hear it's an amazing thing to behold,
Something none other can compare,
None other can come above.

So still not knowing that feeling,
I will continue my search,
Not knowing what I will end up with,
Hoping for the best of possibilities this stange feeling has to offer.

Love, A Question?

Love is a hard thing to understand,
Do we realize our love towards others,
By looking at others?

Do we show our actions of love,
And then witness others acting the same,
Realizing what love really means?

Is there really such a thing of love,
Or just a misunderstood  feeling of something quite similar,
wasting away inside us, taking the mask of love.

Is love something we make up,
Because in love, two become one,
And secretly we are deathly afraid of being alone?

Again

Think i've lost her as a friend,
Take some time to consider.
I thought she was gone never to recover,
Yet I think again.

I thought we would never be friends,
Our bond of friendship forever wanndering.
But seeing today the joy I brought her,
of a simply song witten.

Happy to know we haven fallen apart yet,
Scared to think we will.
Our bond of friendship still prevails,
But i commonly think, when will it be broken?