Every peace is in your hands,
Like the United Nations ,
All my aspirations on U they stand,
Like a house's foundation,
You're my sanity & life's goal, you're my promise land,
I am a troubled soul,
And every peace is in your hand.
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Every piece is in your hand,
Like you have the winning cards in poker,
My life is like the Sahara's sand,
And you're water,
I am the epitome of melancholy,
But you're my laughter,
I am saying I am sorry,
For my character,
Cos I am without a heart,
And my life is bland,
But I know the location of all my heart's part,
Every piece is in your hand
YOU ARE READING
COLLECTION OF DUSTY OLD POEMS
PoezjaJust a couple old poems I could salvage from over the years... could find 98% of them. Most are about the only person I loved, once called "my partner, my everything " Now known as "My Ex" Enjoy PS: Thanks to @Mominamable335 for the cover ❤
