i watched the nights,
with the stars as lights,
as my heart dried from hope,
my sould was a big knotted rope,
because without you there was no hope.
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The lost art of Words.
Poetry"But none of these options were in my story, A story which dried up my heart from hope" What does it take to live with a vision full of words. what is it like to be knotted up in your own dreams? POETRY ALERT!!
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i watched the nights,
with the stars as lights,
as my heart dried from hope,
my sould was a big knotted rope,
because without you there was no hope.
