Then what

Thu, 06/02/2016 - 01:07 -- JesseEN

I love poetry

Almost the same I love you.

Living life thinking of it

Without you, poetry is

The only I got to express my love.

 

I vibe your grief,

Telling me how hurt you got.

Did you even loved me,

as much as I did corresponded with you?

 

Do I ask? Nor I keep quiet.

Why you are so sad?

When you push me out

of your side.

 

Soulmates we are, if I can said.

Life will decides at the end.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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