No matter what you did,
I always came back.
I came back for what we had,
Or what I thought we had.
The tears you shed,
the truths you told
has now become
properties of air.
Say something,
Say something!!!
Make the air fall back.
Let it be just us.
Let our love be our oxygen.
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Love and it's relatives
PoetryIt centers on love and everything that comes with it. A book of poems that highlights the different ways love affects a person. I love Love and it wouldn't be fair if I don't give out the love I receive on a daily from God to others. These words ar...
