Two innocent hearts ignite,
Red and white flames entangled,
To be happy and to be free.
In every hello, there is goodbye,
The two hearts forced to part,
To breath and to be kept.
Gone are the days of radiance,
The hearts still beat in slow pain,
To remember and to wait.
Roads make path, seas make way,
But time is a true villain,
To break and to be wrong.
Meet the age of something new,
The lost always finds the home,
To love and to be warm.
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PoetryMood : Can i play with you? Swing : Sure. Me : Why just play when we can have a party? Mood : * looking at swing * Swing : * looking at mood * Both : Yes!! Me : 😈
