I found her
On a treacherous road
Going nowhere
A night
That seemed endless
And it seemed
The more treacherous
The night became and
The darker the night
Had become
The more she followed
She was the first
Star in the sky,
That never changed place.
She was the most beautiful person,
Who stayed.
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Existent
PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.
