Sometimes I look at the sky and I wish you would be by my side
And sometimes I look at the sky and I see your face in the sunlight
And right now I stare at his eyes and reconize the stars inside
They called him the lost boy cause he had nothing, no home and no future but he never cared about these things. He lived his life in the moment and his home was the people he loved and he carried them in his heart.
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The Book
PoetryI'm an average girl and I just love to write poetry soo I'll let u have a look in my book full of stories about sorrow and love, hate, hope and depression, full of speeches that I've written on my own Trigger warning!
