The magic of my poems by Darkness

Jan 2015

Now it's too late
i tend to wait
and look what you've done

All of my being
seems hazy
what now, is the purpose of my living?

The magic of my poems
fled with the breeze
you started,
walking by

the last poem about you

#love #i #you

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Darkness

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