I can kiss your lips
And I can touch your fingertips
I can wash away all your pain
I can heal all your blood stains
Just give me your all and take my hand
Now fly me to your world, your dry land
I promise to make you feel better
Now hold me tight for you can't let go of your black letter.
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Sometimes you fall in a trap of somebody's planned cage where you have to try hard to get out of its clangs and it takes a lot to get out of everything to start a whole new world...has it ever happened to u?
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Poetry Diary (#wattys2016)
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
