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1) Laughter is contagious I am dying To be your disease There are arms to be entwined Incidents to be explained This is an emergency A hapless series of limbs and grins Hopeless understanding We are a tangle 2 things caught in a ridiculous mockery of life Breathless and glowing Incomparable beauty 2) It’s easy to fall short Time and time again When you love too hard And hold back too long Someone scars Scars, unlike scabs Don’t disappear They grow or fade No matter Someone hurts Both are so easily picked And ache for something That something too much Those things that make us think too much And hold on so long So we pick the scabs And scratch hopefully and scabs We learn to love Hold onto dreams And suffer with hope 3) There is pain we hold onto closely And the pain inflicted In either case We suffer the wounds And call them lessons A myriad of questions Tiny lies hidden in words Emotional regurgitation A stumble through a labyrinth Mazes are complex, but intriguing Too much to comprehend While still beckoning with their beauty Intensity becomes perception Our hearts open and beg for more Because it is human to love The enlightenment and pain become our lives Existence is a series of mistakes that rebuke regret |
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