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Before you, I wasn't dead,
After you, I am alive;
An addict you have made of me,
An addict who needs you to thrive.
If me on my knees,
Is what you want;
Then on my knees,
I will still rant.
Stubborn being I, I'll still beg
For your love, my right;
Until you smile,
And fill my dark, with your light.
You are the sun to my earth,
A life without you;
If it is, then no better,
Than one without hope.
A nod even will be gold,
All I need is your assent;
Help me, my Love, so I don't
Spend my life in resent.
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Creative Diary
PoetryA simple poetry book by a girl who believes , the more she sees world the less she desires to live.
