Category : Poems

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If you come to my mind often,
 It means I'm thinking of you, dear. 
 If I listen to you, it means I care
 About what you are saying.  

May in December,
The first kiss after midnight.
 I love you in silence, 
But sometimes angels
 Ask me about you,
 In your absence.

I was drunk, broken, wounded, 
 Cut by liars. 
 I was depressed, upset, hurt, 
Even dead many times.

I saw you like a ray of sunshine
 That could warm my deserted hills.
I saw you as an angel with a human body,
Rising my good thoughts.