We lost a visionary
With a vision of love
Of happiness
Of family
He is at peace
His mark forever real
As real as I wish to be
But he is now my missing link
As he rests in peace
I wander
Looking for my own
As my blood runs restless
I cannot resist it
Im caving in
Under pressure
I let my tears flow
My blood runs cold
My heart sinks
My world crumbles
I cannot live on
Not how they want
I don't know how it feels
To be real
Oh how I wish I did
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A Dark Rose Blooms (poetry)
PoesíaA piece of me. A place to open all my wounds and share my joy. All the poetry here is personal to me. Writing is an escape for me, and only through writing can I put my thoughts and emotions out into the world honestly. Each piece is dated, the day...
