He was the sun,
When I was in need of light.
And he was the one that held me,
On all the dark lonely nights.
YOU ARE READING
the way he makes me feel
PoetryNo order. No storyline. Just a collection of poems about him.
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He was the sun,
When I was in need of light.
And he was the one that held me,
On all the dark lonely nights.
