If not for your sweet curves and sugar lips, how would I know bitterness?
If not for your striking grit, how would I know timidity? 
If not for your heavy and boundless laughs, how would I know silence? 

Your existence is the classroom, 
your wisdom on the chalkboard,
and me
an eager student. 

But desire is clumsy.
I have lost my notes,
and you are particularly unforgiving. 

Life lacks much sincerity without your expertise. 
I must learn to walk the hallways without your hand clasped in mine. 


A shattered heart is a powerful prophet. 
If not for love, for lessons. 

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