well. I am alone and heartbroken. But i will not forget nor let die this love. So every day i will compose some poetry for my love. whom i may never speak to or see again less it is in my dreams.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
My Love
The damn breaks, Gushing outward, Upon a barrenness, Drowning everything, Within this, Breathes a life, And yet, It lies motionless, An essence, Without, Being not anything, But everything, To me.
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