Her
I sing serenades to express my hope,
To express the love that's bursting out of my lungs.
The love that has been tied down with binds,
Love I hope one day will be returned.
Maybe one day my voice will be heard,
Maybe one day my love will be felt.
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Alone She Sings
PoezjaAlone she sings, Desperate he listens. #763 in Poetry Dec. 18, 2016 #69 in Poetry Dec. 28, 2016
