He held my hand
And he led me
Telling me we're going
To the brightest light
And I couldn't see the dark
I couldn't see that he
Was betraying me
Time did not heal me
Time became the traitor
I cannot break
~N
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Waves
PoetryThese waves can only be painted with the brush of words, the people only being washed away in this unfathomable sea. ~N [#5 in Poetry on 8/2/18]
