Listen
Hear that, it’s not perfect, but it’s working, keeps beating
There is no life in my body you are the reason I keep living
As sure as the sun keeps burning
Listen
When I look at you there is no sadness the pain goes away, I want to live again
You are the reason I’m still breathing, blood flowing
As sure as the wind keeps blowing
Listen
If you go I have to go with you
Never to hear your laugh and see your smile I’m scared
To even think about being without you I Love you
Listen
About the Creator
Erica v
i started writing poetry two years ago i had so much emotions built up that a had to get it out show people who i am. so this is me
The Beauty Of Age
"It's a shame to live in a kingdom where our generation fears aging. We're led to believe that every wrinkle is a beauty mark lost, so we're discouraged from embracing our natural appearance. It's alarming to see young girls seeking potions and creams to alter their features, spending more than they can afford to chase an unattainable standard of beauty. The emotional toll of this pursuit is ignored, and those who speak out against it are silenced.
By Ken Clepper 5 days ago in Poets
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