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Romance
"One love ended because he crossed the line,
Another love began because he crossed borders"
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The Girl I Kn...
When I woke up last morning, When I woke up last morning,
‘Cause I know I will see you again.... ‘Cause I know I will see you again....
And the passion of holding me tight in your arms. And the passion of holding me tight in your arms.
Give a visit to my garden sometime, On a bright Sunday's sunshine.. Give a visit to my garden sometime, On a bright Sunday's sunshine..
In our fights, Found a strange beginning... In our fights, Found a strange beginning...
His eyes mapped every corner of the town, His eyes mapped every corner of the town,
My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds. My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds.
A free verse poem on the impending rain A free verse poem on the impending rain
My body was the easel where he hung his canvas, My body was the easel where he hung his canvas,
The din of the party so vibrantly loud, The din of the party so vibrantly loud,
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dynamic... Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dy...
Is there a book of rules, Granting the gift of poetry to only those who are slain by love? Is there a book of rules, Granting the gift of poetry to only those who are sla...
You strained a broken toy A soaking void Absorbed in evil's game You strained a broken toy A soaking void Absorbed in evil's game
I see the sand flee, run, hurry, I see the sand flee, run, hurry,
You beautiful song, with finest lyric You beautiful song, with finest lyric
Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night... Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night...
I promised to myself to turn this obsession into friendship, I promised to myself to turn this obsession into friendship,
How very undyingly precious must be the feeling to be in someone's arms while enjoying the thunder. How very undyingly precious must be the feeling to be in someone's arms while en...
The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
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