Maybe I will never be bright, because maybe that's just never who I was supposed to be.
But I know one thing that is bright.
And this one thing I will cherish
And use absolutely all of my might.
And this one thing is called love.
And that is my fight
And my life's right.
Because without love, I do not see any light.
It is just a room of silence and dark.
And hate.
And no spark,
And I think a lot of people in this world need to get out of that room.
Because without a pure vision,
It will just be a blue doom.
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Maeve's Poetry
PoesiaThis is a bundle of my poems. Yes, those I write too. Feedback is always allowed! These poems may not be pretty, and some may be. These poems are the plump heart to darkness and light. Red, and grim, but still beating, and now in your hand, I give y...
