What's left of ours
Is dwindling uncertainty
Flowing through my veins
As it glistens the path
Of our own pain
Time is incalculable
But my heart strengthens
Through downhearted sights
Surreptitious actions and lonely nights
I bathed in the lake of fight
I buried your love
In my disastrous heart
Now it digs through the light of escapism
Undying across the dark
And somehow
We managed to crumble
Into a better variant of dust
As it breaks a new start
Words are remembered: "We love us."
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Your Love Buried Deep Inside My Disastrous Heart (Poetry)
PoesíaMy most poetically written poems are buried deep inside my disastrous heart. Love is poetry; you are the poetry.
