From dawn to dusk,
You are all that's on my mind;
Your talks, your laugh, those eyes;
Your smile that could end wars.
I didn't deserve you one bit;
I don't curse you that you left.
Just that I couldn't bear the rain,
After months of warm sun.
The tears that followed
Were beyond control.
Makes sense you weren't
Meant to be my soulmate;
But my love for you,
Was sure from the soul.
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Sparks in the Dark
PoetrySome words mingled and intertwined to what we call poetry. Highest Rank: #4 in Poetry (no intention of further continuation)
