She was a silent fighter,
With a demon in her lung,
That stole her breaths right from her,
Before they'd hardly passed her tongue,
He was a silent fighter,
Who was always taught to share,
And held his breath when he was with her,
Just so she could have his air.
~e.h.~
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Daily poems
PoesíaThis will be an english version of poems. They won't be from me, but they're poems that I think are beautiful. I will try to upload daily. I'll upload poems with a special lesson about life for me. They might be dark sometimes, but that depends on...
