Once you start reading, you’re hooked with the words and play on emotions. Brilliant writing at its best.
The stories were all told
Now they all just seem so old
Little pieces of my heart
All broken, but they call it art
All the years I’ve left behind
I will return home and call them mine
When you needed shelter in the night
I burned myself to be your light
When you needed to stay afloat
I drowned myself to be your boat
When you were standing in the midst of storm
I fought the cold to keep you warm
It is more than I can take
No more sacrifices I will make
Now I know what I have to do
This is the final poem for you
We may not be free and young
All our songs now have been sung
When was the last time that we laughed?
When was the last time that we cried?
Can we smile together one last time
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