If no one loved us.
Where would we be?
It would be such a tragedy.
Lonesome and drifting in the stormy sea.
What would become of you and me?
We give our heart's to be broken.
If we get lucky we find someone that knows how to hold them.
We try and try.
We give and give.
But still we don't how to live with.
What it is.
What it is .
Is what it is.
Yet we don't know how to live.
With what it is.
©budmac38
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