another day passes without a word
of how things are on your end.
we live as we love,
being same to each other and different
to the world others shine in.
we found love in each other
the day the first word was passed,
tho where not together.
as far as i can reach their but two things
my poor hands can gift you
i hand you my heart
please don't break this
i give you my love
please don't waist it
until the day we touch
and we have more than enough to burn
going about our happy days as one and the same
with love more abundant than sand
on a shady treed, beach.
heart heart heart
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my word art
this is just some as if not most of the peoms ive wrote. i was gona start when i hit 15 but i kinda forgot repeatedly.
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