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Monday, June 30, 2014

The Rose


Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
An endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
And you its only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give,
And the soul afraid of dyin'
That never learns to live.


When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong,


Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

And that's how it goes kids. 

The friends, neighbors, drinking buddies and partners in crime you love so much when you're young, as the years go by, you just lose touch..

You will be shocked kids, when you discover how easy it is in life to part ways with people forever. 

That's why, when you find someone you want to keep around, you do something about it.

TedMosby HIMYM