Dear Poem by Malaya Roses

Dear
I am writing my soul to you,
In simple words,
Ought to be understood,
Once said, forever remembered,
Nothing mine will be here
Till the last melody,
On my Tuesday,
I am saying this heart out loud,
Silence within tropic weather
Memories were never forgotten
About happiness or sadness,
I took my sorrow away
To a land of no name
Plant nothing
Upon faith to survive
You became hollow about me
But still
My bloody Valentine wet and never gets dry! ! ! ! !

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