My cliché poem

In the darkest of night
There’s a shimmering light
That illuminates my way

In the coldest of storm
It would keep my heart warm
Like a calm, sunny day.

But,

When I follow that light
And it leads me right
To the warmth my heart did seek
The mere sight of you leaves me complete and utterly weak

1 Responses to My cliché poem

  1. kaneelsuiker sê:

    It’s an old one from school that I renovated a bit.
    Despite the corniness it still has a nice fuzzy feeling to it.

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