The endless breaths,
The endless dreams,
I think it's an addiction
But is it real or fiction?
In the darkest corners of my heart,
It's the thorn that tears it apart.
The bittersweet sting,
That addiction brings...
Every word that I say is true,
For all I think about is you.
I have no fear,
But the pain's a lot more severe.
I'll hold you tight,
I'll never let you leave my sight.
I'll do whatever it takes for me to try,
But I know no one's going to hear me cry.
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When Winter Falls | Poetry
Poetry'Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings' - William Wordsworth. This book contains my OWN poetry. Enjoy the journey through these melodic verses and make sure to vote. (slow updates)
