Battling the sands of time, looking for that true love of mine. Lost our way from what we know, waiting for true love to grow. Finding a path through the trees, shimmering light on open seas. Losing love in our souls, fighting for what we know. Guided by the moon and stars, embers from a fire is what we are. Blown around for the world to see, seeking true love throughout the galaxy.
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Posted: Sep 2017
About this poem:
When you get your heart broken it seems to open a creative side to your life, it's another form of the healing process. I have never written poem in my life now I find myself writing everyday so express something creative.
Vulnerable souls write verses. Scratch pain according to white paper. Their acts, and trifles burn. Are ready to help the rich man and the poor creature.
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Scratch pain according to white paper.
Their acts, and trifles burn.
Are ready to help the rich man and the poor creature.