Renaissance of love,
Where the heart spills over
As a glass full of champagne and sincerity.
Never to empty,
Always pouring out into the eyes of strangers
Until my shoes are sopping wet.
Tears of a revelation,
Because not everyone loves like I do,
With entirety.
Constantly thirsty for the love,
That I always give away,
Until I drown.
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Remorse, Regret, and Those Things I Cannot Forget
PoetryThere are monsters inside me which I have let roam free for much too long.
