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Maybe if I hadn't loved too hard
The skies wouldn't have cried
Happiness wouldn't have subside
They would've stayed behind
And I wouldn't have to hide
Maybe if I was wise enough
I wouldn't have had a broken heart
Alas, I've seen it all from the start
Never been keen, never been smart
Have failed to see my own as art
Maybe if I was stronger
This path would've been better
I'd bring a name, people would wonder
These knees wouldn't falter
And I'd march on like a title holder
But maybe if I love and just love
Be true as ordered from above
Let my hopes soar like a brave dove
And remember what da told:
What's to be will be; to fit like a glove
Maybe if I grasp what I know
Let my wit be the first to go
And I should — should be the wise one
To know that I need not to blow
And just thrive to know and grow
Maybe if I sing an old song
It might tell me what took me so long
To find my truths and thus go on
And finally prove myself wrong
That I can love and still stand strong
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A Poet's Diary
PoetryShe doesn't simply cry when she's upset or disappointed, nor does she just smile all day when she finally get to grab that tiny bit of hope. It would be hard for her to talk about love just as simply as bringing up a favorite song, nor would it be e...
