When the waves meet the shore
And the shoes step on the floor
And the hand closes the door
The heart connects, the heart adores
The heart melts, never the same beforeIf I won the lottery, I'd win your heart
To finish my heart's uncompleted parts
The beat of it can never restart
It remains a secret kept in the darkClarity, clarity, cluster, classic
Can you be something I never wanted to be?
Can you be the game I want to win?
The prize will be love written the same way I did
YOU ARE READING
for the betterment of us
PoetryIt will always be for the betterment of us. Every poem is.