Love was never easy for me.
Yet I loved her.
She was my everything.
She was my other half.
She was the one to invade my thoughts.
The one to haunt my dreams.
The one to taint my mind.
She was the love of my life.
She was my reason.
My reason to breathe.
My reason to let go.
My reason to only love unless it was her.
She was my savior.
An angel.
My angel.
Was is of her.
Tragic fates broke us apart.
Taken from me before I could confess.
Gone was her presence.
Gone was her aura.
Gone was her..
That's what broke me.
She was my person.
She was my reason to awaken.
And now she's gone..
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𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄
PoetryIt's kinda sad but, it was on my mind. And btw if you're wondering, this dabbles between a "you" and "her" and "she" type pov Also, this is somewhat of a letter, like he wrote this letter abt the love of his life that died, but honestly, it could be...