You are my creator
The one who was always greater
Who took me by my hand
And showed me this land
You showed me the way
And created the better day.
Youre here when I wept
And you kissed me as I slept.
I'm sorry you're alone
And my bigger left his woes
I'm sorry I let you down
When you felt you hit the ground.
I'm sorry I've was your wanton
When you cried your thoughts then.
I'm sorry I don't know how to show to you
That I simply love you.
I don't want cash to always be our joy
When we can have evlasting ploys
I don't want him to tell you how I feel
When I know that my love is real.
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A World Of My Own
PoetryWhen in a world full of colors, some disgusting, some beautiful, you only see black. Being equal, and equally significant in the spectrum or law but everything you do and everything you thing think creates prosperity to everything; beautiful or...
