"Priceless"
It is to the night, that we keep so near;
And yet the place, that holds our fear.
With a furtive glance, we avoid the pain;
Though we’d have better luck, staying dry in the rain.
You did not want, what I had to give;
Neither bought nor sold, but needed to live.
So now we part, to cut our loss;
For love cannot win, not at any cost.
For as hard as we work to attract and attain love, without even realizing it, we work just as hard, or harder, to sabotage it...
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