Climb me to the highest mountains
Fly me to the most alluring heavens
Touch my soul
And take my all
Come and hold my hand
And take me to your land
Show me your inner glow
And hurl me back in the drains below...
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When you give your trust your heart your everything to somebody and then that somebody returns you the favour and then betrays you and leaves you desolated and lonely left with nothing but a broken heart which is hard to join back.
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PoetryPoetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance......Poetry is a clear expression of mixed feelings....to me, poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found its words. Highest rank: 27
