Tell me love, how am I supposed to endure this life while you are my strength?
How am I supposed to continue breathing while you are my air?
How am I supposed to continue smiling while you are my joy?
How am I supposed to continue flying while you are my wings?
How am I supposed to continue going while you are my road?
Tell me love, how am I supposed to continue living while you are my life support?
-her very first time tasting an aching heart-
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Tales of A Libra
PoetryThe author wonders why most of the poems she has read are all about love. Will life be constantly surrounded by love? If yes, why she has not found one? However, suddenly there was a song, and a starry night, that inspired her to write. And follow h...
