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Is it Better To Have Lost?
Warmth is what makes us want to be held
But the cold surrounds us faster when we’re let go
It’s human nature to want to be kissed
But lips miss touch when there’s nothing there
Everyone wants to be loved
But love that is gone quickly dries to hate
Days become much quieter when we are waiting
For a phone call that will never come
Hearts beat a little faster
When attention isn't an exception from everyday life
Seats look so full
When we know they aren’t reserved for us
Clasped hands are so noticeable
When we don’t have anything to hold on to
The little things that used to make us smile
Are derived of meaning without someone else’s
Foggy windows don’t look like empty slates
When we don’t have any hearts to put on them
Hearts seem to be missing something
When we know that we used to have another
