You And I
We are like the flowers that bloom.
Every morning and every noon.
But when the sun goes down,
It appears grom.
For the bud that waits to gloom,
Every evening in every room.
You and I
We are like the morning mist,
That comes and goes with a twist.
Sometimes blue and sometimes gist,
Never leaving the original bliss.
Never caring if we were dissed.
You and I
We are like heaven in hell.
Burning our way home,
Through a never ending well.
Just us together running away from the spells.
Of demons around us looking to dwell.
Thank you.....
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Love Sick
PoetryHi guys This is just a simple poem from a very simple girl with simple words but great feelings Hope u like it🌈
