Feb 16
I'd burn for you.
I'd build a hideaway brick by brick, 'til my hands were rough and calloused.
Spend tedious hours doing meaningless chores,
Or dive headfirst into surging riptides.
I'd struggle for you,
I'd; I'd love for you.
Even if you didn't want me to.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
