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52. Tidal Wave

Written for my dear friend who recently had his heart broken, and anyone else who is ready to give up on love... don't lose hope!! :)

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Love floods into our lives like a tidal wave of hope
Only to crush our fragile bones to the ocean floor
Love is so promising at first, until not all goes well
And it gashes your back, flees, slams the door

Nothing puts a smile on your face more than the thought
That love is recycled and comes back around
It appears when it is least expected
One day, your soul mate will surely be found

Do not worry, do not curse yourself
Do not think of yourself as a foolish boy
The one and only cure to a broken heart
Is simply a glass full of anticipation and joy

Life is not over, the birds keep on chirping
They sing to the drum of your heart
Know that, you are still yourself, you are still here
Whether with someone, alone, or apart

This journey of love, it is never ending
Do not expect it to be pleasant all the way through
As with every aspect of life, it has its ups and its downs
Like a boomerang, love will always come back to you

At the very bottom of the dark ocean floor
You will realize how far you have come
You will laugh at yourself and be happy at last
As you notice how free you’ve become

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