When I find it,
That small thing,
Although there is many small things,
I love them,
I fall head over heels,
I can't stop thinking about them.
When I meet someone,
Depending on who they are,
They stay on my mind,
And never leave,
I can't stop thinking about them.
I can't stop holding them.
I can't leave them.
They hold me in place.
And I don't even struggle to leave.
I just stay-
Almost mindlessly.
I love them.
No one can badmouth them to me,
At least not successfully,
I will still always love them.
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My poems, And Random Stuff
RandomI am a soldier. I am the one that is always on the battlefield. With scratch marks, and bruises. I try to carry on, I try to see the light. I reach for my guns, to try and abolish the enemy. The ones that want me dead. But I can't anymore. I've bee...
