Maybe
I'm mindful of
Who I give this heart to
Because I'm weary of
Giving so much
Only to get too little
Or nothing
In return.
You see that's the thing
About souls that
Love like us –
We don't get to choose
How fast or tragically it happens
But when it does,
It's like having your entire being
Set in motion
And not even the
Searing realisation that
You've been plunging through
Cold depthless waters unaided
Will ever bring you back.
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Poetry"maybe these words we so infinitely and collectively channel our souls' plights, power and yearnings...will save us one day."
