in the midst of my lonely pool
you still swam there
and even it was cold
you still save me
from drowning
and when i'm almost
losing an air to breathe
you where there for me
to make me stay alive.
thank you my hero.
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-I dedicate this to J.M.
YOU ARE READING
LET ME WRITE, LET ME BREATHE.
PoetryWe speak different languages with different purposes but we have to always look back and reflect that our words can be a weapon. One of the main reasons why we let our words be heard and be written is that it could be our armor against the enemy, th...
