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There’s something about sad poems,
That no one can read.
There’s something about sad songs,
That no one can listen.
There’s something about farewell speeches,
Which tears people down.
There’s something in the dead-lock hugs,
Which doesn’t let you go.
There’s something in the brokenness,
Of the heart and soul;
Something which no one knows.
Something you wouldn’t want anyone to experience,
But something you want to be yours for years,
Something which makes you remember them day after day,
Something which sometimes makes you hate them each day,
Something which cannot be explained to anyone.
Something, someone never expects to happen.
That something they read in sad poetries all the time,
That something is something I want in my life.
