I stare at you from time to time,
I see something in your eyes.
Maybe love,
I had thought.
Yet I didn't see what I'd brought.
I had seen the darker side.
Yet lost the happy pride.
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
