Us
It was me.
My first and my last
Your happiness and my pain
Your safety and my suffering
My loss and your gain
It should have been us...
It should still be us.
My first and our last
Our happiness without pain
Our safety and no suffering
No loss when we've so much to gain
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Of The Soul
PoetryCalamity, joy, anger, zeal... The list goes on. Connotations follow connotations. Emotions ever-changing and quite as diverse as the colours of our skin. For years thoughts fly through our head. Quotes, poetry and words that can colour in our world...
