The scar reminds of thee I see
To the lands of the past that live before me
I heal to the sound of the future come hither
and after the sorrow that burns
My soul no longer bitter.
My love will carry on!
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Poetic Amphetamine
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Passion: Poetry
The scar reminds of thee I see
To the lands of the past that live before me
I heal to the sound of the future come hither
and after the sorrow that burns
My soul no longer bitter.
My love will carry on!
To the lands of the past that live before me
I heal to the sound of the future come hither
and after the sorrow that burns
My soul no longer bitter.
My love will carry on!
I'll write you poetry. PM me!