Detached from reality, I would seem.
Every time I'm together with him.
It seems like I'm living a dream,
Everywhere is bright, nothing is dim.
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I love you more than a brother or a friend,
A helping hand for me, you always lend.
My broken heart which only you have mend
Allowed my selfishness to finally bend.
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Thank you for making me believe again
That it's not the same with every men.
You are definitely one out of ten
Who can make me happy. I know you can.
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June 3 2016 written.
Dedicated to Drew.
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R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)
PoetryI live and I will die but my words soar high written in skies of paper, allowed me to live forever. - Snippets of my soul in a piece of paper. R.I.P. originally stands for "Rest in peace." Coincidentally, I find that peace upon writing poetry and p...
