the volume of war
lovin kind
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ripped into my soul
took me to land i thought id never see
alone and scared of imagination
waiting for what now i have
love is a poem thats written for me
love is the hand attached to the wing
took me to land i thought id never see
alone and scared of imagination
waiting for what now i have
love is a poem thats written for me
love is the hand attached to the wing
thanks to everyone who can read what i write without having to say something mean
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waiting with little time in hand
happy yet wondering why
when im here im with you
i think when i was younger i wrote better poems
The ones you write now are just fine. I enjoy reading them.