PoetryDriving The death of a joint soul Wishing to grow old it’s sad how we part ways in the cold Hear me now Hear me loud and clear My last words to you My Dear I am not far I am here I am near Near you Rate this:Share this:Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
This is epic! I love how simple it is and how you use rhyme scheme! Really packs a bang! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
This is epic! I love how simple it is and how you use rhyme scheme! Really packs a bang!
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Thank u
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