my heart still lingers around you,
everything comes out like its automatic
to dream of you like thisbecause i still try
i slumber every inconvinince of mine
now passed the season of our surrender
i wave my white flag to you
i still want to loveas of the plum that bites me back
my slip over you
yours over mine
fades into the waters below us
we still are on diffrent boats
can you come bond with me
even after all of it is overas the bridge of oen world to another
the mirror of the past haunts me so cold
like the dead of night i spent
lone , wanting you
home felt so baren
when i broke the mirror
now im running
that mazei need you at the place we both called home
i want to slumber in your arms like that night
where i dreamed of kissing you till
our bodies finally became one
as i can't bear you a child
i want to bear youletting go of us ,
is still like i have fell at the same place
over and over again
my body can handle only so much
turning every page of a day but i still keep
turning it back
even if its for a minuteas of the plum that bites me
an empty beg , hoping of you and i
fades into the waters below us
we still are on diffrent boats
can you come bond with me
even after all of it is overas the bridge of oen world to another
the mirror of the past haunts me so cold
like the dead of night i spent
lone , wanting you
home felt so baren
when i broke the mirror
a world shattered
but those pieces still kept showing me
the empty boats
YOU ARE READING
About Love.
Poetry" 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕘𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 , 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥...