I was lost,
Left to find my way out,
left to suffer in the darkness,
And cry...without a doubt.
But when I cried,
She listened,
She ran, and I saw her as her eyes glistened.
She helped me,
She still tries,
We help eachother,
Especially when the other cries,
We don't give up,
Not till we r done,
We support,
We hold on.
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My poems
PoetryLife is short. life is long. dont put yourself down for one thing youve done wrong you hate you love you are free like a soaring dove but that dove can stay or that dove can fly away live life with the one u love live life as a soaring dove
