I was the tired sea and I thought you were my coast,
But do you know what hurts the most?
It hurts when you're there, I know you are,
But you don't talk, you distance yourself like the earth and the stars.
I know you're hurt, I am too, both our hearts are at revolt,
We are hurt by different people but are on the same boat.
All I asked was for you to be a friend,
But perhaps it's a hand of friendship that is most difficult to lend.
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Limerence
Poetry''They were no more together. But she lived in him forever. '' #3 in poetry (29/08/2016)
