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Impossible Love

It is a poem about love.
There is nothing else to do than just weep
All the memories of you I keep
All my love have fallen in a deep black hole, so deep
Something is different, which keeps me awake
It makes my heartache
The love I always wanted is fake
My heart is broken in tiny pieces with nothing to take
I sit along the blue lake
Thinking of my love that it's impossible
How could this be possible?
It is an answered that no one knows
The wind blows with new hopes it throws
In love there are no instructions
Be aware in love there are always destruction's
Destruction's that make a heart not to heal fast
It feels like it will never last
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Published: 2/7/2011
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