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Just today,

We found the love

We never thought

We would.

The world has got us

In more ways than 

I can even count.

Yesterday, as I come

Down the road of love

I found lovers.

Lovers with broken hearts;

Strong enough to hold on.

Hold on to the one 

They think they love

But not know it is

Not the person

But the feeling of love

That they love.

I tell them, this isn't loving.

And it all stops.

They. Me. And the air between us.

Three.

Two.

One.

I know it's not loving,

Because the day I thought it is,

My lover told me otherwise.

We are people,

People with broken hearts.

Wandering around place

Reeking acceptance for 

Our heart.

We are people,

People with broken hearts.

Throwing love away like 

It's only meant for us.

And, later in the day,

Asking our self

Is it even worth it?

We are people,

People with broken hearts.

Thinking we know what love is

Until we look in the mirror, and

Feel our hearts telling us

That it's tired, and it itself

Doesn't know the language of love.