waking up after dreaming of you,
wishing only to sleep a week more ,
learning about how to let go,
wishing only of being less blue.
loving is being hit with a sword,
knowing nothing about what to do
it's not easy but that's what I knew:
burn inside but pretend that it's cold.
falling out of love's not simple, oh lord,
I'm admitting the truth
you're the one I can't lose
so I can't let you go.
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Collection of poems
PoetryMy own heart touching poems about love, peace and society.
