She was a writer.
He was a musician.
She wrote poems.
He played guitar .
Together they spoke from a far.
She will love.
He will have loss.
She will leave his side.
He will tear and move on.
She will realize a loss.
He will realize her love.
As days go they grew apart.
Yet they find each other again.
She will love to find confusion.
He to passive to let her flea.
She wonders if its a one sided thing.
She makes promise to keep him when the time comes.
He lives days as they go on.
She wonders if he feels the same.
They soon will part there ways.
In the time her love grew.
He never knew.
Her love become painful.
He claims he loves her still more then she would know.
She wondered what kind of love.
They lost the fire but had a spark.
The undivided love they brought.
She was a writer.
He was a musician.
Together they spoke amazing things.
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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'...
