My fate,
I thought,
Is to be alone.
Alone I would cry,
Alone I would tire,
Alone I would fight,
For what I believed to be right,
Alone I would live.
That is,
Until I met you,
We had become the best of friends,
You showed me lots of stuff,
Like to be happy,
And how to smile again.
I still feel hurt,
But I know,
With you,
I can get through it.
And so I must say,
Thank you My True Love!
Author notes
please dont make fun of my poem its my first one..... i no its not that good but please dont be too harsh!
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