My Days Of Misery Poem by Zexion Organization XIII
My Days Of Misery
Bright skies turn to gray,
even though its still day.
The sun has beed so shy
it makes me want to cry.
If, ever, it were to shine again,
my love for you would still be a sin.
Your blue eyes sparkle from under your hair,
when with your guitar you concentrate and stare.
So beautiful you are,
as bright as a star.
If only you could know,
how i love you so.
For my Demy
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