And at night I slowly breath
Only to be overcome by my sorrowing weeps
My heart aches and my soul bleeds
Fore you're my love that I couldn't keep
I've lost all hope
I've lost all faith
You are my moon
You are my stars
Why did it have to go this far
All the butterflies have died
Can't you hear my cries
I need you to hold onto me
Please just open your eyes and see
I will wait for you
Like the grass waits for its dew
And at night the room is dark
There's no one around to save this cold heart
//f.s//
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What We Stay Alive For
Poetry"What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music."
