Everyone has a story, but the reality that she chose to write one with me is another. Anyone can add something up or cut something down, and it's something to be different in being existent throughout. As cruel as it seems, no one should walk you through that journey when you're going through hell, but that's what she did for me... She held my hand and promised to be true. That's how she makes me feel even when she doesn't say it.
"To dream of a chance
in speaking our dance
that soon will it fuse
our natural plans
along with the joy
of freedom received
a hint of some miracle
a page that's to read
However dream on
let might be the song
how can we roam free
if we only belong?
And with that as said
I will not regret
to prove the wrong
in this alphabet
for it is no chance
we'll fight on and dance
staring at each other
giving more than a glance"
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LILY (A compilation of messy love poems)
PoetryThis book is a compilation of poems I've written to someone who is dear to me.
