The fear of not being able to recall the way your eyes smiled, or the light redness of your hair, the way you laughed and your favorite songs to sing haunts me.
But how could I forget, when I see you in everything I do and everything you helped me to be.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
