Blurr (8 Years Old, Quickly Revised)
Poetry is my passion,
But love is ever-lasting
It never dies,
Just remains on the inside trapped in.
I travel back to taste your lips pressed against mine,
Stuck for the moment, then a prisoner to present time.
All that I wished was to remain how we were,
Now I write these rhymes with my eyes in a blurr.
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