Forever
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Once we believed in forever,
Thinking people won't leave,
They'll always share our joy,
And be there when we grieve.
But when people changed with time,
We felt nothing was forever,
The heart learned to guard itself,
So it wouldn't break, never.
But maybe we were a bit wrong,
Forever didn't mean people,
Forever meant memories,
That never grew feeble.
Maybe forever meant love,
That would never change,
Even with time gone by,
Or when life turned strange.
Maybe forever meant magic,
When two people spoke,
That in their soft hearts,
A hope and joy awoke.
And maybe that's what we carry,
Small moments everywhere,
Forever locked in our minds,
That show how much we care.
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"Forever meant magic". A wonderful piece that offers a new perspective on something as complex as “forever.” Don’t see it as the end of something or as infinity, but as small glimpses of life—like love or memories.
Forever sometimes means choosing each other,
on the good days,
and the bad ones too