The music is right but the scene is missing you. My love my everything. I hold on but there is norhing to grasp. I need my queen to waltz around this floor. These daisies are nothing but weeds among you my rose. I need you. You are my home. My life. Why is life so full of this pain I need you my dear. I do.
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Life Dances With Death
Randomshort poems my dark side shows in these for my life is not that sound its full of pain and grief that has boiled over and this is were ill release it
