It could all be so easy. I can cross the waters, climb the hill, walk the streets, meet her by my side. I wish I allowed myself this endeavor. The rocks shake and I could drown. Shallow waters would save me, but my own free will could never. I'm far too trapped to heal from this matrix. There's another girl- there's always another girl- who I adore. Always has been, forevermore will be. The red roof of the abandoned house penetrates the sky like this concept fails my heart. It stands abandoned like me, and the past I hold on to to so I can heal myself. Broken people are here to mend other, and one day, the mysterious abandoned red house will perish; her wonders will never lead her astray to that piece. It will be gone as if she never knew. When I perish inevitably, have never been been led astray by my abandoned and shattered fate. She will live on, perhaps strive on with her sons, brothers, sisters, and lovers. Lover and friends are illogical if we were never destined anyway. It is my greatest wish that my interlude is heard by her whilst the entry to my heart commences.
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PoetryMore poetry since the other one reached limit of parts! Book 1 is "Heartfelt Messages, or Something Like That". This is book 2. Thank you! 7/18/21-8/22/22
