Most nights I won’t sleep
I would wander within my mind
And find places to think
Amongst the chaos of my thoughts
I find a bit of peace
I sit there,  watching the going by of my memories
And where the ideas that shouldn’t be take shape
I’ve watched my heart get broken and mended
Follow the strands of my love
As it has no real ending
Because instead of choosing to stop
It just branches off and begins like new again
Stronger than it originally began
I sometimes give love more time
Than time originally intended


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