Was there ever a good bye that wasn’t bittersweet?
Ever a drop of tear, that didn’t leave a tinge of sweetness behind?
Ever a pain so great that the heart could no longer think of happier times?
What then, are we so afraid of?
Let the heart break, let hopes shatter
There will always be new joys
New beginnings where only ends could have been
So let pain purge our heart
So the next time we feel joy
We never wish to part

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If you have the courage to state your needs
You must also have the courage to walk away when they’re not met

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I wish you were here
Breathing by my side
Your laugh lingering in my thoughts
And your arm gently grazing mine

A day of doing nothing
A day when hearts were full
Would all go down in my memory
As my favourite days of all

I wish you were here
If I only knew what you had sought
I wish that you too had wished
That you were, when you’re not

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Rantings of a Joy Starved Heart

Happiness looked like summer skies
And the song of birds outside the window
Bright green leaves rustling in the wind
A swallow peering from the window sill
Pecking at the grains laid out for its meal

Happiness looked like an autumn morning
With sunshine in its golden mane
And a whisper of the approaching cold in its breath
And so happiness could be found anywhere
Only if there remained a tinge of its song in the heart
And a longing for its face in the eyes

Happiness was all around, scattered in moments
When the sunshine was perfectly golden
And the songs of birds were carried on the wind
And if there was ever a heart that couldn’t see it
It was a heart darkened by grief’s dark shadow

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If you don't like how the story of your life is progressing

Change it.

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Perhaps the will to leave what doesn’t work for you
Comes from the hope of ending up with something better

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Perhaps the truth of whether a time was good or bad
Can only be effectively judged in retrospect

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There's a constant blunt pain
Everywhere inside me
And I keep looking for ways to pierce it
With your name

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No matter how hard we fight
And what we put at stake
Destiny’s writing will prevail
We’re all puppets in the hands of fate

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What is right for you won't ever need you to fight against yourself

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