You are the air I breathe;
The light in my lonely street.
You are my star in the morning,
And the sun in my cold evening.
You are my hope-
When I feel so no-good.
You are the fear,
I long to conquer.
You are my unique-
In this world of ordinary.
You are the song-
That I'll sing until never.
I think this is called love-
If only you I want to have.
No one comes after you,
No one is next to you.
-roseesesch
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Broken
PoetryThis poem is written by my thoughts, past and heartbreaks. This is where I put all the bleeding words in my head. A broken poem from a broken pen. And this poem is not just for me. I also write to rescue those dying hearts. I write for those who can...
