Paris

Paris was,
Romantic,
Filled with love.

Paris is,
Torn,
Broken,
Lost,
Scarred,
Now.

Paris gets,
Hurt,
Shocked,
Maybe even,
Angry,
Tomorrow.

Paris can,
Obtain,
Power.

Paris will be,
As it once was,
Not for all whom we lost,
But for their memories,
Are engraved,
Inside our hearts,
Minds,
Souls.

Paris must be,
As it once was,
Dark, tormented,
Yet colourful and light,
In order to stay,
Romantic.

Paris has to remember,
That all the tears that fall,
Be broken hearts,
Homes and life's,
Can not be bared,
When Paris as was dies.

Don't let lost be just lost,
Make sure that you save,
The memorie of those,
Whom cost.

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