My love

Hand in hand we used to roam.
No matter what the weather.
Along the shoreline where we would sit alone.
Or the woods where the birds would beautifully sing.
But no more shall we roam.
For I have lost my love.
Now i sometimes walk alone
in hopes I will see my love in our heavenly home.

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Touched.

malaina.white

This was the first real poem that i created. Yeah i had a few roses are red poems but they werent good. I made this a couple weeks ago ans wanted to share it. I finally found a place to share my poems!!!

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