December sometime, 2015
I wish you knew the times I dreamt of you
holding my hands and saying it will be alright.
You are unaware that I'm surrounded by darkness
and you are my only source of light.
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kraene
I love to write poetry with emotion, writing the kind that actually moves you. I believe that there is no point for words if you don't feel anything when they are said.
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