my rock

You are my song,
when not even music would sing along

You are my muse,
when my own poem makes me confused

You are my birds
when all I want is fly away

You are my rock
when all around already broke

You are my rain
and make up rainbows with my sun rays

You are the best
Yoy are the brightest of the sunsets

I love you so,
and please dont say… “I love you more”

Jocy Medina


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