Sadder than a love that's never found
and bitter, as the loss abounds
is the love that's never sought
or allowed into our heart

For all the pain that loss of love can bring
the loss of hope means losing everything

To live in fear of repetition
refusing love's initiation
denies the possibility
that there might be a you and me

Sad, so sad, to never try
as hopelessly, we wonder why
a heart is closed
and love implodes

in fearů


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