Poems from elizabeth.mompoint

Us
No one knows but us the secret to happiness we make in our lives.
Why is it we cry earnestly yearning for more when some dont have any.
No one's worth dying for, but the one that you love and not even then.
The Sun shines so bright I wonder if its blinded by its own stark light
An afternoon breeze calms my most unsettled nerves and keeps me at peace.

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