I'm well versed in the language of love
and the words of loss
I've got my degree
At any cost
One thing I've learned
Not to beg or plead
When a lover wants to go
Let them leave
And another will come
At just the right time
Maybe the one
Or number nine
And you'll love again
The passion will flow
It to will end
On and on it goes
Maybe loves not for you
It doesn't stay for me
I've only loved two
Out of the whole sea
Hes not worth your tears
Please don't cry
After all these years
Why are you still surprised
Forever
Is never
Guaranteed
She was my bird
I the feather
Meant to be free
Wear a smile
And just know
Some are only for a little while
Then their meant to go
And your supposed to learn
To appreciate what you had
It's not your concern
After that
As badly as you want to hold on
And want it to last
The time always comes
Called the past
©akathatguy
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