My biggest fault.


My biggest fault is having a heart,
Which feels against, and loves despite.
This sense isn't grinding to a holt
In spite of you, being fiercely cold .
In spite of millions miles apart,
My soul's repeating:"It's a start.

I've never lived, I just postponed,

I wasn't breathing, he's my ozone".
His absence is felt like end of world,
His warmth is craved , the road is paved.
Where noone stood , he's walking fast,
For him I sing without a rest...
I don't give a damn what life has planned.
With him I'm ready to crash land.

  • Author: Gregoria (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 11th, 2024 16:51
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 4
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