I left all my 'I love you's',
In seashells on the beach.
The ink I swallowed yesterday,
Wrote words I couldn't reach.
You saved all your 'I love you's',
For our time beneath the sheets.
The other waists you held,
Never saw the lamp lit streets.
She lost all her 'I love you's',
Standing in front of a mirror.
She couldn't ignore her faults,
The reflection only made them clearer.
He threw all his 'I love you's',
Into and onto the corner.
A gaunt face gathered them up,
But it was none but the city coroner.
We desperately cling to our 'I love you's',
Hoping the world won't rip it from our hands.
But more is more and less is less,
And towers fall more often than they stand.
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Revelations
PoésieIt was really me. It was really you. There was really nothing we could do. To put it concisely, these are short, philosophical situations, feelings, and thoughts of different persons and personalities I've encountered.
