This is the end of how it all began
You used to call me lover, now we can't be friends
And we still try to find ways to connect the ends
But maybe we'll come out of this holding hands
And then we slip free-falling through the sky
grabbing at stormy clouds as we pass them by
and soon all that we see are each others eyes
filled with irresistible, chocolate-covered lies
YOU ARE READING
So Human
Poetryso human it hurts rankings in poetry: #396~ 9/08/16 #312~10/10/16 #204~10/12/16 #169~10/16/16
