Poems, some used in songs

Perhaps my last poetry
Sometimes, a river is not


to water the seed we planted;
Sometimes, the sun is not


to burn the fire we started;
Sometimes, the mountains are not


to add weight to the "thing" we chose to carry,
which oftentimes we call relationship;
Sometimes, poetry is not


to make a good love story;
Sometimes, I can never be


for the one I chose to


and always end up


But, I want you to know my


that you were always


for me to live each day


By Lorie Halliday

Lorie Halliday is a freelance writer and editor who lives in Portugal. She has worked over a decade as a professional journalist, exploring Asia and writing extensively about the people and places. Her fascination with ancient buildings and prehistoric monuments, as well as linguistics and philosophy, inspires her to travel. Lorie grew up by the beach. She enjoys surfing and all the little islands and wildlife, especially the turtles.

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