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What poetry
The destiny has
For having us met
Just to break apart.
Suddenly, everything is dead and gone.
DNA
And if all words
aren't enough to describe
how much I love you.
I'd use my blood as an ink to this pen.
For you to know,
that even if I have nothing to write.
The poetry written
within me,
is you.
How can I tell
all the butterflies
that get inside me,
not to,
when every time
I hear your name,
they dance in swarm.
There's that one name, always.
The Moon shines bright.
In this cold night,
I feel not alone,
A reason to go on.
It's always been there,
for me when sadness,
go, inside, in here.
my brain, became madness.

I don't feel lost,
Because there's the moon
that guides me most
in times of my darkness.
It gives me light
Maybe I'm the mistake.
Maybe I'm the wrong one.

Maybe because I fall too hard,
My ground breaks.

I'm not the only one.

I shouldn't believe
We share the same Love.
You
still live,
after dying too much
In a poem.
I'm back!
Will you let us ****?
Under the moon
where we lay our hands to each other
whispering loud noises of our heartbeats
colliding as our chest gets close to each other?

will you let me kiss those lips of yours
both horizontal and vertical ones?
Will you let me hear that wonderful sound
of your moan
as the night let the wolves howl in jealousy
of the love we make?

Let me hear you scream of my name
for the night is ours
and tomorrow
we're not the same.
This just a dream.
As the Sun rise
I'll wake up
knowing you are never mine.
Dreaming you are with me
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