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Your poem
Practice is suppose to make perfect
So I'll write to you every day.
Even when the words don't come out right and I hate the lack of meaning they hold.
Swords and pens mean nothing in the emptiness of night The bigger the bed the deeper the cold.
I guess you were right.
I just hope youre happy without me. Not that we've ever really tried but it's a comforting thought.
Freedom is bought, through suffering and sacrifice.
You are dream, as Vivid as day light and even more beautiful.
I guess, Just as possible to hold onto.
Breaks me down
And as far as I can tell there is no proper glue, just fragments of myself in need of a solid frame
My love you're obviously not to blame.
I speak as you as I dare and simply can't be stopped especially by airs of others.
So I'll write to you every day.
Even when the words don't come out right and I hate the lack of meaning they hold.
Swords and pens mean nothing in the emptiness of night The bigger the bed the deeper the cold.
I guess you were right.
I just hope youre happy without me. Not that we've ever really tried but it's a comforting thought.
Freedom is bought, through suffering and sacrifice.
You are dream, as Vivid as day light and even more beautiful.
I guess, Just as possible to hold onto.
Breaks me down
And as far as I can tell there is no proper glue, just fragments of myself in need of a solid frame
My love you're obviously not to blame.
I speak as you as I dare and simply can't be stopped especially by airs of others.
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