A flame is cold compared to your hand
Fruit grows in the field, but without you it's a barren wasteland
Souls don't break they bend
But your absence makes mines cave in
Still surviving a life without you
How cruel the mind can numb and still feel
How a heart can be cold and dense as steel
Maybe in another life I am with you
Maybe our love was meant to be true
But tonight I sleep all alone
My heart is with you for you are my home
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Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry I make on the fly when my mouth can't speak what emotions I feel, my soul will type them here.
