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The Shitty Poem

Some have left because they did not have time
Some have left because they did not find love
Some have left because they went for excitement
Some had left because they were in love with God and tradition
Some had left because they had not found the one
Some had left because they were bored
Some had left because there were excuses
Some had left because I let them go
Some had left because it was obvious
In the end there was always a manly reason to leave
And a womanly reason to search
Then there was a reason to believe
That it was gone for good
I feel that good things happen after the bad things
Does not matter how hard it is
That is what my mother taught me for real
Work work work whatever happens and depend on yourself
But I always depended on her, relied on her
Now I feel I need to rely on someone
Love is a long process
You have to be ready to go ready to mistake ready to take risk
You have to give from yourself otherwise it is not worth
Some said they had nothing to give
Some had taken things and gone
Some had given flowers
Some had written poetry
Some were only inventors
Some were only dreamers
Some were too idealist
Some were just not so much into 
Some were just in need of love
And as they saw they could be loved they underestimated it
There is always a reason to leave and sometimes I left
Because there was no more to say or do
And they knew that it was coming but they were surprised too
Then I found someone to trust and love
To blame and be blamed for
He did not leave me he said he would not
I trusted him and took him by the hand
It seemed that we would be together till the end
Then I left cause he escaped sometimes
And now it seems loneliness is a rule
And there is no rule in love
There is not only disappointment though
Lots of unkept promises and unreached dreams
Lots of loving and kisses
Lots of fights and reconciliation
And it seems that love as life is a long process.

ps. the picture below belongs to David La Chapelle.

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