Her words were like silk
So precious and valuable
We wandered the empty pine
The conversation stable
I knew it'd never work
Even though I loved her
She would say such beautiful things
But you're never quite sure
Cause even salt looks like sugar...
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Seashells and Rosemary
PoezjaThis is a book of random writings. I can't really call it poetry anymore. Not all of these are my own situations, but some are. I write quite a bit about others situations. Thank you for stopping by, hope you atleast stay for some tea.
Salt
Her words were like silk
So precious and valuable
We wandered the empty pine
The conversation stable
I knew it'd never work
Even though I loved her
She would say such beautiful things
But you're never quite sure
Cause even salt looks like sugar...