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venaletta

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since November 2017
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Overwhelming

November 7, 2017

Hours in silence with nothing but our breathes heard

Hands barely touching,  lips only talking 

Still deeper in love then ever

Bitter arguements ending with compassion

Ridged attitudes turn to silk with a kind word

Not just the romance of the moment 

Not just the roses for apoligizes 

The commitment to stay, the commitment to do

May it be a blessing 

Having the place besides me filled 

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