Monday, 26 March 2018

That start.

You are my present.
You are my gift.
My past? Just memories,
Through which I sift.
You are my centre,
Bearing deep to the core.
I will keep on trying,
Just like I swore.
You are my reason.
You own my heart,
But I need space in there too,
And tomorrow’s that start.

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