That beautiful face,
That starry smile
It's not in the same place
As when I was a child;
Dreaming of bugs
In mother's loving hugs.
Your fruity dark hair
And your baby soft skin
Is no longer in my clutches.
It's hard to go on
When I was never able to say,
How much I love you.
Your pure winter eyes
And the kisses you'd give me
No longer in sight
Nor my endless glee.
Even If I never told you
You always knew
The secrets I held
And How much I love you
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Poetry
just some poems i come up with.... note that they might not be the best.. but it's just something.. ya know?
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