What if my pen breaks?
What if my ink dry?
What if my pages are burnt?
What if my book is stolen?
Will you still know what I wanted to say
What if my mind runs mad?
What if my hands break?
What if my time comes to an end?
What if my maker calls for me?
Will you still need me?
What if I you leave?
What if you never speak to me again?
What if you abandon my world?
What if you forget about me?
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Wounds of the Moon
PoetryIwish you days with sunrise and gentle breezes. I wish you smiles with no reason to be sad I wish you happiness which knows no end I wish you peace of mind even in my mind I wish you love that will never wilter like ours has I am here for you, alway...
