I knew her by the way she were
By the way her spirit roams
Has no one ever taught her
That people aren't homes
People are like rivers
They will change, they will flow
They're the preset life delivers
That helps a person grow
But your home does have a heartbeat
And no, it's none of theirs
The one that makes you complete
Is yours, that truly cares
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my darkest hours | poems
PoetrySelf-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leav...
