I grasped you once in my hand and held you like a flower.
I held tight assuring i wouldn't let go but i damaged you.
I may have felt bad and tried to fix your cracks.
Yet i always seemed to feel useless in the bitter end.
Now that the wind has blew you away i search for you.
Your elegance was drifting.. and i lost you plain at sight.
I felt i lost part of my soul.
So i lit the matches you left behind.
In regret i go to light the last yet my heart says no inside.
I won't light it until i know i no longer love.
The elegance of my darling.
The flower i thought i won.
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
