Stop, my Love
Let me capture this moment
In the palm of my hand
Hold it tight
And let it not pass
For this moment is ours
And ours alone
Let me frame it
In my eyes
Store it
In my mind
Hide it
In my heart
Feel it. Relive it,
Treasure and cherish it
For this moment is ours
And ours alone
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A friend once asked me why all my poems were so "sad". I told her that it's probably because they have all been written when I was depressed or going through some tough times. My poems have served as my catharsis and helped me cope and move on with life. I welcome feedback and invite poets, dreamers and writers to share their work here
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