black and red hearts

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    black and red hearts

    it's funny how your life can be on repeat
    waiting for your heart to skip another beat
    if you say something and then not listen
    if you act on something and then not reason
    then you call yourself out when your lying to yourself
    the room spins black when you let a fire burn out
    but maybe with a spark you can paint the room again
    your heart paints me red and I'm not ready to go cold
    when the lights are out and everyone is home
    its you and me in my head thinking again
    sometimes the greatest mistakes are the ones we forget to make,
    and when the light shines my eyes and my brain is turned on
    i see your face again, just like it was the first time
    sometimes the greatest mistakes are the ones we forget to remember,
    its great to see myself back in a photograph
    time stands still when i think of you
    and the world means nothing when you have nothing left
    sometimes the greatest mistakes are the ones we choose to regret,
    but you mean everything underneath my breath
    where forever lies and secrets are not regrets but truths
    you can't hold back what you know is right for you
    there is so much i want to say but never can let the words escape my thoughts
    because you are everything i could never be, and everything i ever wanted
    sometimes the greatest mistakes are the ones we never learn from
    don't make this mistake once again
    when it feels right you know its secure,
    when tonight is done don't feel left out
    letting go is a start, starting over is better and falling in love maybe better next time
    so you start the fire that paints your heart
    and never let it go...
    love is in you and with you tonight

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    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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