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my first poem it might not be written well but thats how your first is supposed to be. |
| Love is magical but ,I shall not let it sink in , for I am strong, independent women but what i feel is as positive as the sun rising tomorrow, as positive as the death that lies before us all . Not to mention who I love was not planned it is as impossible to be together as Romeo and Juliet , the montages and the Capulets. but when I see my sun, the one who gives me light, I do nothing but stare even though sooner or later I will blind myself, but as the sun rises and leaves, he will always rise and also leave but one thing I shall not fear , for he will always reappear just like the golden sun, but this time I fear that he will appear, I will deny my love for my sun, For his love is like a murder it stabs me whenever i think of him, thus I shall be the one who disappears but never appear. |