What do we live for? For who do we live for?
Ourselves? I don't know.
I cried myself every night for knowledge of the
Truth and the surreal, but I always mentioned
My love was horrifying real.
I lived more than my age could tell, more
Than my heart could beat, but your presence
Was something my mind couldn't greet.
I fly across the thick crimson air, through the
Veils of the night, and for you and only you, I
Had to lost my loving pride.
(Always appreciate what you have. You don't know when you might lose them)
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Three souls of mine
PoetrySo I'm basically writing this sort of poems based on my emotions and daily life. To help some of the readers understand what they are feeling. If any of you need advices or anything don't mind to ask.
