The coarse blood in my veins,
It ran for you.
The air inside my lungs,
it respired for you.
The hefty flesh on my bones,
it was alive for you.
It was all For You.
It all was yours.
It all belonged to you.
I belonged with you."
{but perhaps some things aren't meant to be even if they belonged with someone}
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrywhen we love, we usually love so hard that it physically pains us to even think about leaving the person we love. this is a short collection of poetry written by me. it might not be the best, but its there. (also please dont think its a book about l...
