Young love is often difficult as well..


Once more

I am the one who weeps
over dying stars in the dark
She who kisses butterfly wings
in her sleep
She who longs for more
when having everything
I am the child of dead souls
wandering around in the dark night
The child who cries
when feeling lonely
The child who would give everything
she doesn't have
just to see your smile
once more



Poetry by neeta
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Written on 2005-09-20 at 22:40

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