For me, love was forgiving and finding a way to move on; even if that meant letting go.
To him, love was enduring, through all pain and sin.
And I thought only a god could give that kind of love,
But even God banished his favourite angel.
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Her Story
PoetryHello, it's been quite some time since I've last written a poem, and it's been years since I've tried being an active poet, let's hope the past few years have given me some new experiences to write about
