I scratched both our names
Into the bark of the tree
Over where we both fucked
In the long dewy grass
All those years ago.
You were slightly older and I was
Naïve in belief that we would remain
Kindred spirits tied to each other
'Til the ends of time.
I'm standing here now
Looking slightly worse for wear
Staring longingly at my empty hands
And wondering why nature didn't erase us
From its surface
Like we did to each other
Many moons ago.
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Black Coffee
Poezja"Normality is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly"- Anon. In life we tenderly bloom, slowly shrivel and then die like flowers. This small collection of poetry reveals human emotion from a number of different perspectives...
