The best in the worldHer brown hair brushed her tear streaked cheeks as she stood. Watching. What is my purpose here? Do I even have one? I doubt it.The best in the world
She was often sceptic about whether or not anyone had a purpose in this world. She had given up hope. She still had things she wanted to do. But what was the point anyway? She wanted to have her one year anniversary but then, she had nothing even remotely good enough for her other half. She wanted to have a child, two maybe three in fact but what’s the point of bring another human into the world who’d just be sad, like her? Better yet, looking at her life, did she even have the right to give
My loveThis can’t be called a poemMy love
Unless you look at it a really weird way
Or perhaps you think it rhymes
Although I can tell it doesn’t
Love poems grow on trees
People write more and more
Every single day
But this poem is for my love
Even though it’s not really a poem
You’re kind
You’re sweet
You’re caring
You’re down right awesome
And you’re mine
Some people quest for love their whole lives
Some people go their whol
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