Can't Be Duplicated
You're in purgatory
mere steps from paradise:
on the fringes of hell.
And in this place of hurt
past and present collide;
fueling tears and fears.
Happiness is a ghost:
whose reality haunts
your imagination.
Your search for a soulmate,
won't stop until you find
the true love of your heart.
Truths are shackled to trust.
and inseparably
linked to your heart and soul.
Love's undescribable:
it feels like free-falling,
without a parachute.
And it's so unique, it
can't be duplicated;
only imitated.
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