It was that someone else
Lived inside her, he was her best
Friend, first love at the pacific
He was that gleam of sunshine of her life
And her coat in cold, sad nights
He was that everything, when there was nothing
He became the sad- happy something
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A Hopeful Romantic
PoetryIt was never hopeless, when it is raw It's always hopeful, just so you saw On the forming pieces of something lost, words can fill the vow. As souls come along, ropes hang low. You and I, might be the reason for a while. In the day dream, can friend...
