My heart is a string,
It's not a fling.
My eyes fill in with love,
As I watch your dove.
Seeing the pure white,
Doesn't give me a fright.
It gives me happiness,
As the tiredness.
Brings me down,
Making me feel like a clown.
Your heart is far,
But my heart is dark.
With your love.
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The Book of Poems
PuisiThis is just a collection of poems. I do them all, some may sound like others, but trust me they're mine. I've seen others do the same, and I would like to try. So please enjoy my book of poems :)
