So here's the rough draft:
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Why is it that words of wisdom never make sense?
Love without precedence.
Take up residence.
Live in each other's hearts,
but don't ever pay rent?
Maybe it's crazy to say that we should ever love this way?
....but isn't it crazier for us not to?
I mean, just think about the facts.
If there are 7 billion people in the world
and you somehow meet the right one
You have to cherish that
You can't always worry about the common sense.
Sometimes you just have to be content
conceding that love doesn't always have to make sense.
After all, it's not an illusion of the mind,
but a product of the heart.
It's not like love is a hobby
It's more like it's an art.
And maybe it's a paradox
but to me it's perfectly clear.
It's right now and right here
It's not about the future or the roads that get us there
It's the words that somehow make everything feel alright
It's holding onto love because it's the only thing that makes you feel alive
It's about standing in the darkness and creating your own light
It's about something as simple as the way you hold a rose out to the one you love
Flower out, stem in
Thorns piercing your skin
And if you're bleeding then you're holding it too tight
I'm sorry if it hurt
but don't pretend that you didn't know
How paradoxical it is:
The amount of pain it would take
to make love grow
Why is it that words of wisdom never make sense?
Love without precedence.
Take up residence.
Live in each other's hearts,
but don't ever pay rent?
Maybe it's crazy to say that we should ever love this way?
....but isn't it crazier for us not to?
I mean, just think about the facts.
If there are 7 billion people in the world
and you somehow meet the right one
You have to cherish that
You can't always worry about the common sense.
Sometimes you just have to be content
conceding that love doesn't always have to make sense.
After all, it's not an illusion of the mind,
but a product of the heart.
It's not like love is a hobby
It's more like it's an art.
And maybe it's a paradox
but to me it's perfectly clear.
It's right now and right here
It's not about the future or the roads that get us there
It's the words that somehow make everything feel alright
It's holding onto love because it's the only thing that makes you feel alive
It's about standing in the darkness and creating your own light
It's about something as simple as the way you hold a rose out to the one you love
Flower out, stem in
Thorns piercing your skin
And if you're bleeding then you're holding it too tight
I'm sorry if it hurt
but don't pretend that you didn't know
How paradoxical it is:
The amount of pain it would take
to make love grow
