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Poetry

I promise you a love, that is so deep and pure, and a reality, so bizarre. •Poetries and rants, that comes from deep within. By: A Misted Heart.

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by bemusedher

by bemusedher

I want to be the sunflower which blooms in winter

And the fragrance of your rose.

I want to be the depth you measure

And the addiction of your dose.

I want to be the limits you'd stop at

And the path you'll wantonly chose.

I want to be the sky you touch

And the every word you knows.

I want to be the diary of your secrecy

Not just a simple prose.