I was running in search for love never thought I'd fall
I saw this young boy whose eyes became home
but never really met him again not at all
I lost hope that i would never catch a glimpse of them again
So i kept thinking about every opportunity of a new home
And i never knew
Never have i thought that everything I've gone through
was because of you
Boy did you See what your eyes did me to
But now i don't regret anything not at all
Not even the fall.
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The Nights
Poetry"Every night is a new story , Every night is a new life " The night holds it all, where all the love stories began, where all the tears were shed and where all legends became. Let's dive into the night and live every night of every season a new stor...
