Soon,
The white melts,
And green grows back,
And I am stranded,
With no time left,
And no where to hide.
So I approach him,
And he reaches forward,
But I back away,
As an ocean builds,
In my eyes,
And I find,
That I am gripping the handle,
Of my new life,
A little too tightly.
I see,
The worry,
In his eyes,
But I just hand over,
The slip of paper,
That rests,
Between us,
And then,
A look,
Quickly passes through his eyes,
As they scan the page,
And turn dark,
And all of a sudden,
It's as if,
I'm back in time,
During the first yell,
He ever through my way,
Except,
This time,
I don't sob,
But instead,
Let the silent ocean,
Run down my face,
As I walk out the door,
And I don't look back,
Because It will hurt,
Too much,
Knowing,
That this time,
I will not,
See him,
Again.
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A Poet's Love Story: A Poet's Collection
PoetryLife, Does not wait, For you. It stirs your emotions, And reforms them, Into wings of flight, And it tests, Weather or not, You will open the cage, And allow yourself, To give up, Or if you will keep the wings calm, And continue to live, And underst...
