Poetry, Romantic, Romance, Nostalgic, Tragic, Poem,
This sun reminds me as days pass by without my arms being warmed by your skin...
Such torture fit for an everlasting romance.
The harder it gets to attain your heart is how long your world with me must be.
Triumph comes after collosal  effort splattered in blood and tears.
Inmense feelings rush out of this growing cacoon.
A shell for not more than forever yours...
-Poetic Bastard


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