Do days past
Where love can last?
Crying rivers
Body trembling, shivers.
Should I go
or let the agony flow?
This brings me down
This brings me low
Knowing you still love me
But we can never be
It's crusted and crushed
But my minds rushed
Dawn runs in
Without needed dreams
Sunray beams
Rise
My broken love finally dies.
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Beautiful/Sorrow
RandomI can't and write happy poetry. Not because I'm never happy but because its my misery that spawns creativity. It's my agony that lets me know I was once happy and that I can feel that again. To see the joy in life despite the chaos this world is in...
