I believe in ghosts,
I just don't believe you are one.
Darling, you're a miracle,
Broken and bruised but learning to run.
My miracle is loving you,
And what a thrill it is!
Through rough or smooth, on stony ground
My heart for you will live.
The moon is harsh and cold,
To only her own heart.
Can I be the sun,
To warm you in the dark?
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Ode to Life
PoetryIt's chaos to figure out how to live. To love yourself, to love others, to create, to destroy. It's just life. But maybe... just life isn't a bad thing? You can't have good without the ugly. This has all my poems combined, this'll be my only poetry...
