You're not mine to hold, perhaps
You never were mine, however,
It no longer matters for you've found
Your sunshine, I solely desire for
Your happiness all the time, just
Promise me that whenever you shall
Look at the moon, it's my face that
You'll reminisce, it shall be my memories
Every time you'll close your eyes at night,
Promise me that a part of you shall
Always belong to me
-Anika
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Sweet Suffering
PoetryPreviously known as : Tales of a broken heart "It's often difficult to put into words, the tales of a broken heart." A scattered collection of poems, snippets & musings. If you're looking for a meaning within my words, then you're in the wrong plac...
