There will be good guys out there,
Mad, bad ones that you will try –
But they will all alter and settle.
You will try again and again
And, finally, you will see
That much good and much bad
Were also settling in me.
You may think there are people,
Out there, who will love you better –
But there is no “better”, just different.
There will be much to learn
And much, much more to see –
But I know what you won’t find:
And that is a better me!
I heard an old song
Sing its pain;
It reminded me
Of us again.
Old songs do that:
Sifting their tune,
Cradled on lost stars
And a forgotten moon.
The words aren’t the same:
They are rusty hooks
And dried old flowers
In dusty books.
It always befalls
That the singer is me;
And what we were
Becomes his melody.
It’s three minutes
Of our past;
Yet, it’s these three
That will last.
You said you wouldn’t leave;
You promised me lies;
You said many things
Like “love never dies”;
You spoke; and I believed;
I was a fool; a fool am I;
I lived to own truth
And prove love can never die.
Hearts Still Care 
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