It's days i can't help but feeling weak. And everyday weaker. Like a dying plant with no whater. I need that whater that is named Love, i need you, twin soul, wherever you are. Lies were in my past so many times, hope is still with me though, uncertain if to leave or stay, every day struggling with hurt and tears, an invisible pain in my heart, an invisible bleeding scar. Waiting to be healed by Love. Shall i die before being reborn in you arms? Shall i loose hope before finding you? Come, my dear, and fly me to the shining moon.
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I saw you left a comment at one of the poems: is this about love or friendship. There is no difference. You can't not love your friends, and you can't not be friends with... whatever you consider a lover to be.
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