My drive
My will to survive
To push past
To thrive
I live not to die
But by and by
To create a legacy
When I met you
You ignited a spark
You left a mark on my heart
You created a glow
Soft yet powerful
And like a moth
You where drawn toward me
And I beg you not to leave
But to lead me
To kindle the fire
Don't let it tire
Keep it lit
Because you are my perfect fit
And I don't want to let go
I used to be so low
But you pulled me up
Made me trust
And now you must stay
Because without you
How will my fire keep burning?
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Alexithymia
Poetry(n.) difficulty describing feelings toward other people A mixture of poetry and late night thoughts by yours truly
