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bright-eyed promises proved gossamer
nightly romance became missed calls
dandelion hopes flew by
thanksgiving wishbones failed
shooting stars betrayed
"miss you" backspaced
we can't love
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About the Creator
Daniel K
I write love poems about the girl who has a hold over my heart and my life in such a way that neither are my own anymore. The girl I would choose over and over and over again. I love her, and that is the beginning and end of everything.
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