i did predict what would happen,
geometry isn't within the four walls of the room,
the point of the prose is that at some point,
we'd become parallel lines,
just passing by each other,
continuous,
going even further
but never intersecting,
and as much as i was afraid of it happening,
it started to happen now.
and the time i asked to spend with you,
you want to spend on your own,
as painful as it is to admit,
i guess it is better that way.
(but is it really? come spend the rest of your lifetime with me instead.)
for i do not want terrible storms
ruining a garden blooming with flowers,
or bring chaos upon chaos
within a place brimming of serenity.
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 2 ] ❝you're so good at comforting others but who's comforting you?❞ a shelf of poems and proses containing the chaos and pain of heartache, loneliness, anger, grief, and sadness. s t a r t e d : f e b r u a r y 2 0 2 1 e n d...
