You greeted me 'good morning',
No you don't,
You tweeted it.
They say,
'Don't love too much, don't hope too much,
Because that too much can hurt you too much.'
But I don't care.
I'm still waiting,
Waiting for you to know,
My existing.
You are the ligh and I will follow,
You let me lose my shadow,
You are the sun that glowing,
And I'll keep you burning,
With my endless love.
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PoetryLove, One in a million feeling that you can't fight. highest ranking poetry #52 | 2/10/14 short story #300 | 12/10/2014 copyrighted punkrockersafi two thousands fourteen
