A line we walk.
Together.
She doesn't talk
About the time we spent
Inside the harsh weather.
Following the trail,
Are feet turn to leather.
On this trail
Forever.
Leaves crunch under my feet,
Branches hanging lower.
The little stream,
Had vanished into nowhere.
The trail long abandoned.
The storms never recover.
Lost in the woods
Without the hand of my lover.
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The Darker Thoughts of me, Not sorry.
PoetryJust some poetry/writing that I cannot put into my original book. 18+, graphic but still somewhat relatable. Read on...
