He is
He is the poems I write
The solace I seek
He is my reason to wake up
And my reason to stay in dreams
The reason I smile
When I wake up
And the mess in my heart
In which I am forever stuck
He is all of that
And a whole lot more
And maybe my feelings will never see
The light of the day
But loving him was not a chore
It was something I chose
Without knowing the end
Everyday
And the pieces i glue back together
After loving him is the cost
But they say
It's better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
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