Our love was the constant,
We changed but our love didn't,
Our lives changed but our love didnt.
It ebbed and flowed like the sea,
It always came back,
No matter how strong the storm,
How hard the wind,
It was the air we breathe,
The only thing we lived for,
It was the only thing that made us,
What happened to the ever constant,
Why did it dry up?
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hi? idek how many people have read this book... welp- heres another poem after almost a year?
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrywhen we love, we usually love so hard that it physically pains us to even think about leaving the person we love. this is a short collection of poetry written by me. it might not be the best, but its there. (also please dont think its a book about l...
