random poetry...
She called me a poets poet
As she packed her bags for Canada
To
Fall in love with love with love
She inspired in me that love is only dead when
You give up on breathing and that you should
Destroy it each time it breaks
And start again
She is beauty and grace
And gives me hope that
Love
Really just might be o.k……..
She called me a poets poet
As she packed her bags for Canada
To
Fall in love with love with love
She inspired in me that love is only dead when
You give up on breathing and that you should
Destroy it each time it breaks
And start again
She is beauty and grace
And gives me hope that
Love
Really just might be o.k……..
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