Wednesday, July 8, 2009

An old Journal, found again.

[An Old Poem, composed in G (or A double flat)]

Stop trying to win
my love;
don't you know I'll be true?
There's nothing you can do,
my love,
to rid this heart of you.

And this life,
as strange as it seems
sometimes,
will find it's way home
to you.
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3 comments:

  1. SamJuly 8, 2009 at 10:36 PM

    Love is a complicated and paradoxical concept. They say love is the one thing all people strive for, but at the same time love brings heartache and hardships. But in the end, it's so worth it.

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  2. pknettelJuly 8, 2009 at 11:09 PM

    Wow. When did you write it? So beautiful in its simplicity.

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  3. The_Heart_BeetJuly 9, 2009 at 10:05 AM

    I wrote it WAY, way back in November...thanks PK.

    And Sam, you're absolutely right. Mmm.

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