It started nicely
Cause nice is what he calls me
And progressed on roughly
Like the roads that we hade to take
And kept moving though barely
Cause we barely talk and take a walk
But I like it sincerely
This what we have
Whatever it is
I wanna keep it
I wanna treasure it, treasure you
You are my only
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When Broken Pieces Fit
Poetry"Amaze me, inspire me Or simply, Break me They work the same way." This is a collection of poems I wrote way back! They're mostly the poems that I posted on my Mirakee account, if you have one you can check it out!
