~~~
She was the thin line,
a border barely existing,
yet just being.
She wasn't the reason,
of us not seeing each other;
She was better described as a clone of thine,
making it hurt more,
making me remember,
maketh me suffer.
For I saw thou, but,
not thee that was taken by the wind,
drifted through trees,
upon flowers,
across seas.
Thou that saw me back,
appreciated my work,
was my muse;
The one I wanted thee to be.
She may have been a thin line,
but I got her attention not thine,
For, where she was a slender fence,
thou had no fence,
Yet thou was the one with the largest hedges,
GREEN UPON GREEN,
separating thee from me.
Preventing thou to see a person truly in-love.
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Pieces of Mind
Poetry#66 in poetry 5/11/17 ~~~ Yet something hasn't changed, for I still wished I could pulverize into atoms, and become the air you breathe in... ~~~ From when she made me human...
