Far is where I'll go to find you;
Far is where my love shouldn't be.
Far is I, the one who loves you;
Far is I, the one who will never Fargetto...
Near is small and kind;
Far is long and sad.
Near is short and blind;
Far is a wait and too mad.
When will it ever be perfect?
When the stars shine together.
When will it ever connect?
When Love is never as light as feathers.
If my mind feels unhappy
I know I will meet you someday.
Fargetto- no, push through
complete pain or grey.
Love is an intensely growing palmetto.
Can you hold me with your palmettos?
My voice says words like some librettos
Until it tires and runs like a larghetto,
But I will never Fargetto...
Far is my voice to you;
Far is my hand to yours;
Far is the gift I want to give you;
But Far is never the love I have for you.
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~Feelings Purette~
PoetryRespect the elegance of writing, communication, and music. Those things are a part of our every day lives. Even if you don't really care... Think again. They are good words and sounds, even if they don't mean well. Most of these poems are based off...
