We meet people in different ways,
some we love, and some we don't.
The ones we love, we choose to keep,
Throwing away those we don't love.
In different ways, people break us.
Out hearts are shattered into countless pieces,
We cry an ocean full of tears,
Promising and swearing to ourselves never to love again.
But in different ways, we still find ourselves back to loving.
Scared yet slowly and carefully giving into love,
Hoping to never hurt again,
A lie we always tell ourselves.
In different ways, we live on Earth.
In different countries and cities,
Facing different challenges, difficulties that break us down.
Making us to wish we had lived somewhere else.
In different ways, in different ways,
I write poetry everyday.
To ease my pain, and heartache.
In different ways, I still break each day.
©sleigh
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