I love you.
Only you.
Without you,
I am blue.
That love is true.
Yet you say "Shew".
Call me a bad flu.
So what shall I do.
I asked my crew.
But away they flew.
Here stuck alone.
Thinking I'm on my own.
Lies, is all I've been shown.
My love, tossed away, thrown.
But I am now strong and grown.
Which way, which will you roam.
Every story has title.
Like every life has a purpose.
What if you are my title?
You are my purpose?
To be with you.
Is the purpose.
Also what I want.
Also my destiny.
Maybe my fate.
But whatever it is,
The title must fit.
And its taking its form to fit.
As well as the words I write.
So, at least I will wait.
For the title to fit.
And when it does,
Well, we shall see.
...we, shall see.
But for now,
I ain't got no title.
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Poetry
PoetryPoetry with various ideas and different backrounds. Please leave comments on anything I can improve on. Also let me know that you want, more poems and if they're good. Thank you fellow readers. And fellow writers- Rtue writers don't find creativity...
