It courses through my veins.

It makes me feel alive,  and suddenly I'm harmonious. 

Like that of a newborn child, my heart radiates with warmth. 

Without it, I am a flower with no sun,  one who will wither and die. 

Nothing more than a hardened shell that will crack and break.

If I can't have love, I don't wan't anything else.


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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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