You looked at me with dazzling blue eyes
A blue that shined brighter than the skies
Your silky hair
This isn't fair
Always so calm and collected
Yet fun and always protected
Your mews so soft and suspected
The others Welly respected
For eight short years you dwelled
All the hell you withheld
Over one night it seems
Another one I love leaves
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My Poems
ŞiirMy poem app went to hell so I'm posting all my works here from now on. They are a mix of types and a lot are sad.
