From your lips I heard sweet loving
In your eyes I saw everything
Felt your love, a promised ring
You say?
My mind's a chaos and more
An abstract you could not fathom
We build trust in the sand
A love we swore would last
Is it?
A flame, they try to distinguish
As if we're made to relinquish
But is it a crime to run to you
Your love's what makes it pure
Finally, I have found solace in your arms
With you I'll choose this path
Discovered together with a bottle of rhum
And with your promise I made peace
With myself and with everything else
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The Past
PoetryI lost my Mom at 15 on Valentines day I lost my Dad at 21 on Christmas eve Not seeking any sympathy just pure therapy. Ever wonder what it's like to be looking in the sky and be there in the actual moment? I badly wanted to be there, not just lookin...
