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Love Books and Songs

I play,

Songs of olden days,

Of heartbreaker and promises,

Made with hearts full of love,

Broken, though,

Without wondering of getting hurt.

Then I read,

Books where you,

Fall in love and life happens,

Then you meet them later,

When life stops to let it all happen,

All over again,

Like giving you a second chance,

To not mess up the love,

You once you thought you'll always want.

But now it has become a necessity too,

For they say love is the most violent act anyone can do,

So, I get it when old love songs play,

And talk about hurt the way I too say.


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