Ive soaked this page with alot of my tears;
ill save the rest when i can toss your ashes.
Spread them in all the beautiful places in the world.
Keep a tiny bottle of you with me on a necklace.
We were both nephophiles,
could talk about the clouds and sky for hours.
Think about how we didn't belong;
a polar bear in a field of flowers.
Except to us the flowers didn't belong.
We were surrounded by a crazy world we wanted no part in.
But, we could not belong together,
and that made it beautiful...enough.
Im happy and unregretful of all the time and loss we've had because it was with you.
Even though it still feels surreal how you aren't here,
ill burn this page and place its ashes with yours and mix it.
That way my love for you will you stay even after death.
My love will mix with you and become you.
DNA after death.
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Lost, Found, And Chosen.
PoetryThis is a poetry book, it talks about lovers, it talks about everyday situations, it talks about love and the pain accompanied by it; It can break your heart or build it. Take the time to understand this poetry book and its effortless simplicity and...
