Your eyes are still beautiful,
My hand still wants to be wrapped in yours,
But you are still pitiful,
Only if it were how it used to be,
When the world was ours,
My heart only wanted to be loved by you,
But now there's no flowers,
Only if you loved me when I loved you.
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Sorry it took so long to work on this I was having a bit of trouble writing and I've also been mostly editing 'Love Platter'^^
~love katt
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One day
PoesíaI dug myself a hole down around 6 feet deep and pulled the dirt down on top of me wishing I could sleep. I let the darkness fill around me and I started to close my eyes when A soft voice spoke down inside of me and whispered, "child rise!" ...
