I never have luck
Not one day of my life
Until the day I met you
Because since that day
my heart was totally yours
Was yours to use
Was yours to keep
And you were the only one
Capable of destroying it
And I hated you for that
But I adore that day nonetheless
Because deep inside me I knew
you would never misuse it
you would never leave me
You would never break my heart
Because our love
Was written
In the starts
Way before our time
Way before this land
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Incomplete poems of an even more incomplete mind
PoetryIncomplete thoughts about love and life, about heartbreaks and moments full of happiness, about all the kinds of love that we experiment... An anthology of love, to be in love and to be loved by someone
