The Flames of The Street
Love is life, suffering, sacrifices,
The exchange of glances, sometimes tinged with hypocrisy,
Tears wiped away, gestures that fade.
Hearts harden with every argument, every scream.
In the gut, pain is engraved.
It’s a battle, a struggle, a never-ending war,
For honor, for pride, for a tumultuous future,
Where you cling to the other like a certainty dusted with doubt.
Love is that flame that refuses to die.
It’s a hymn to life, a refusal to bow,
Under the weight of trials and painful betrayals.
Love is holding on, staying the course despite an accumulation of intimate shames,
When the world pushes you to lose your faith.
It’s that strength, that rage that guides you,
Love is never giving up.
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