Breathe my Lady
I woke up with the morning sunlight on my face
I dreamed last night, I was running again with her in maze,
The girl who always wore blue dress
She found me when I'm already a mess.
I woke up remembering what happened that night,
That moment, I hold her hand so tight.
I Look deeply in her eyes, knowing she's mine,
Then broke our hearts while driving at nine.
Her blue dress became the color of our blood,
The only memory I wish I didn't have,
I stare at my lady's beautiful face
And felt like running again on that maze.
I woke up, and wish I never would.
Just run again with my girl until I could.
Hold her hand so tight again,
Afraid to lose her before we reach ten.
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Her Broken Letters
PoésieThis is a compilation of the poems I wrote since the year I realized how beautiful writing your emotion was. The poems were a bit sad, some are inspired by songs, movies, or simply just by someone I stared at the bus station going to school. So, enj...
