Fights, are fights
They're in the past
And I'm not sure
What lays ahead
But what I know
Is what I'll tell you...
When I come home
I want to hug you
I want to see
Your crazy smile,
Hear your voice
And read your eyes
And then I hope
You'll know it's true
No matter what happens
I'll always love you...
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Loe
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Poetry For The Poisoned
PoetryRandom poetry, written at random moments on random days making an odd collection of poems from an adolescent-to-grown-up struggling with depression and the meaning of life, while using poetry to cope.
