We stay up together, naturally not caring. We giggle and laugh and smile, it's so daring. We talk and sigh with nothing to fear, because our bond is stronger than steel, ya hear? It crosses midnight and our eyes grow heavy, but we stay awake just long enough to say goodbye and even blow a kiss. However, we know that eachother, we will miss. We return to our dreams and nightmares full of fright, holding hands and saying our goodbyes, at night.
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The final strike
PoetryThis is my last poem book. If i get any crap about it, or someone makes fun of my poems. No more book. And most likely, no more stories forever. Enjoy it while you can
