All I do is write poems about you

'N' about shared moments so few

Breathing so inside my every line

You decorate every word of mine

Hidin' my poem from every curse

You are a ruler of my every verse

I'll never be really strong enough

To write about foreign new stuff

And now that you are really gone

Each of my verse will daily moan

In your pain, oh in your memory

Because I don't have better story

To ponder 'n' keep writing about

For in the void, I hear your shout

That you'll always hold my heart

'N' no one but you'll claim my art

Without me, new places you'll go

It's such a pity because I so know

I'll never adorn your life's proem

But you'll always be gist of my...

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