Their love kept on growing,
like the old oak tree.
They've known each other,
since they've been seeds.
Their love will forever be strong,
and as sturdy as the roots.
They will never fall apart,
like the branches.
Their sorrows will fly away with the wind,
and with the leafs.
They will continue to grow,
no matter what.
When she thinks of him,
it's like she's floating with the clouds.
When he thinks of her,
it's like he's dancing with the stars.
It's like we're on Mars,
while hearing the guitar strings play away,
is a great display.
Yes, it is decaying,
and we must obey,
but-
we will not be any prey to the world.
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Poems by me
PoetryNO COPY RIGHT WHAT SO EVER I for one, have been in love with writing poetry since I was younger, I just could never seem to get what I need to feel to say. I've recently written some new poems and I'm deciding if I should post them or not. What do...
