Love is when home,
Can be you,
In my bad times
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A Hopeful Romantic
PoesíaIt 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...
In the bosom
Love is when home,
Can be you,
In my bad times
