I Tried But Now Im Tired.

Every dream is not meant to be remembered
But my dream of you I could never forget.

Searching for your light through the darkness
For the slightest traces of your flawless silhouette.

A glimpse of the most perfect lips inebriates
My soul feeling I won't survive without your kiss.

You give my every breath purpose and desire
For the warmth of your fire in your eyes my spirit is lit.

This poem is about: 
Me

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