Heart
My heart pours
It expands
My soul falls into my hands
I hand it off to the most grateful soldier
Willing to hold my soul
For however long it takes to mold theirs with mine
stronger than the mightiest boulder
Brings a huge smile
To my wretched face
Even as a disgrace
Beauty has never been so close and so far away
They are my beauty
My sun rise and set
For I'm waiting till the day we meet
And praying that they love me and are glad we met
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Poetry
PoetryPoems I've written that I probably find heavily cringe and wish I never wrote them
