There is a wounded soul,
Where love cannot be reaped.
It will grow, then die
The soul will never be complete.
In the dark sky,
There's a girl like me.
Sitting on a star,
When will she burn up, when will she die?
A final breath,
A final chance.
A final word,
Where's the goodbye?
I never said bye,
You never said stay.
On this wounded soul,
The love will never be reaped.
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Poetry Of Emotions
PoetryA few pieces of poetry rushing through my head, The words, they might stumble, but who would be listening? Peace doesn't exist Neither does hope. You can't bring it back, But find it for you. Love, smile, laugh. Cry, scream, die, Find your exit, Eve...
