Sunday I woke up wondering
T'was all me on an empty sea
This morning all feeling cold
No fancy words
No hugs
No you.
No air to fill this lonely memory
You said this hand holding me
Is an assurance for a thing
Ive been thinking too many
We took the darkest spot
So we can see these lights of the city
Dunno which is better
To hold you
Or to feel this pain when with you.
Did we promise to enjoy
This moment when it is so precious?
Did you say hold my hand
As we drive fast
Thru this one dark night
Only the stars would see us
Where is the promise
You'll stay
Til we figure out
If what we feel is true?
How can you say sorry
When you know
In your heart
You are ready to say
"Just go."
Is it true?
Did you just let me go?
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Into the Deep
PoesiaInspired by stories of women and love I love scenes that are tangled And wrapped in cryptic form of uncertainty. And to which, by the sea, with my pen Under the setting sun I caught myself helpless to the deep of its light. Use of these pieces (or...
