I cannot write of love
When it is not visible in her eyes
I cannot write of joy
When it has left his body years ago
I cannot create a poem about their hopes and dreams
When they are simply ready for death
When they have all bit given up on life.
I cannot write of you
Whene you are no loger around.
When you have left me alone
Because of you
I can no longer write of happiness
I couldnt even think of it
Until i met her
Her eyes full of love
And heart of joy
Her body full of hope
Head of dreams
She is here
She is alive
She is everything
Now
Ive remembered how to write
Her beauty flows from my pen
She is in the ink
Every second of every day
She has given this ability back to me
I can write
I will write
Even after she is gone
I will write

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Miscellaneous Poetry
Poesíajust a big ball of weird poems I'll probably regret in 20 years.