"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. |
But you are promising forever like that.
And what looks like love is oozing out...
And here i am again.
Back at point zero, home base...
My heart, I will give you whole,
If only you will look into my soul...
Sometimes I wonder,
what you're doing...
Time to blow out my candles,
Wishes fill the spaces of my head...
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Just because my heart is still beating |
Sometimes I wish I could |