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Life Lesson 1Life Lesson #1Life Lesson 13 years ago in Open More Like This
What is the meaning of life?
Love.
Love is the reason we are here.
Love is the most powerful force in the universe.
You might say,
"Love can't conquer the power of gravity."
With the power of love alone,
one might not be able to levitate,
True.
(Excepting the Power of God's Love,
of course,
through which all things are possible.)
However,
Love is potent enough to make one defy gravity
with every ounce of strength and inch of being
in performance of a human miracle
to save the life of one's love...
in addition to making one feel lighter than air...
Love also has a peculiar property,
namely the propensity to c
Art of Forgetting-RememberingI can't seem to think straight,Art of Forgetting-Remembering3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And it tends to make me irate.
But neither life, nor death can make me feel
As alone as I do like when you aren't near.
I'll make-believe that I see your face,
And hope that soon we'll both leave this place.
No one else can know, neither angel nor demon.
Only us, captivated by these things which we dream in.
'Cause the Art of Forgetting is easy to do,
When the only thing I think of is you.
Trying to forget is the hardest part,
But I promised with you we'd make a fresh start.
We'd leave behind this fragile place;
Start anew with my love; your strength.
Our differences are many, Our likenesses so fe
The Way...It kind of hurt, the way she smiled as she said goodbye. I asked her if she had to leave, to which she replied with a nod, uninclined to to stay any longer. I held her hand for a minute, and looked down, if only for an instant. They were so soft, tender and delicate, yet strong, and authoritative. Just like a woman's should be. She was perfect, and yet, she couldn't be mine. No, never, for she belonged to another. One who isn't me. I could only hope to be half the man he is. She grabbed my face, pulled me down, and kissed my cheek.The Way...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I love you," she said, "I'll call you as soon as I touch down, m'kay?"
I nodded, and gave her that
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