I still want you
despite the end.
I want your heaven,
your clouds,
your raging thunders
and all of your summer rains.
I want your oceans,
your seas,
and your seaweed breeze.
I want your mountains
your deepest caves
And the jungle that grows in your head.
I want your waterfalls,
your volcanoes,
and the open fields
your tears cultivate.
I want you, I want you,
even if it means it's the end.I want you, I want you,
and you might not know it yet,
But in this small corner here
you're a world
but it just met its end.
YOU ARE READING
END
PoetryEndings are beginnings of beautiful things. #1 on the end-live-begin trilogy.