It's always the same...
we've just said our words in two separate ways
I was the violent ocean conflicted by the storm
You the waves that gently brushed against the shore
I the thunder
You the soft rain
We spoke our peace the same
just in opposite phrase
I loathe that our lives are long
yet you and I have come to the end of our days
The doors to our hearts locked yetThe final hour crept through the cracksThe lines are crossedThere is no turning back
My head is empty these words I lackThe lines are crossed there is no turning back
I the field of flowers swaying in the gentle breeze
Silently with solace did I sway you the breeze did come and with an almighty gushnow the settled is the dust and there is no more us
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Made with love and only for me
PoetryA collection of thoughts, emotions, and poems.
