I poured my heart out
Flowing like a river
Nourishing everything
Including her heart and smile
All seasons
But to her I was a seasonal river
A dying river to be precise
A beautiful river with imminent death
I vented all my emotions to her
From my deepest fears
Too deep for my own consumption
To my beautiful feelings
Too beautiful to be alive and real
Sometimes I feel her distance
Like she is holding her stance
Afraid of taking a step
One step forward
Where my longing hand awaits
And my lonely heart lingers
She gives the best hugs
Especially the ones she gives away
Willingly
Before I force mine way
To also feel the beauty while in a cage
Expectations kill
The kind of death where you are a living dead
And I am a victim
A living dead
A thousand time again I die
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Wounds of the Moon
PoetryIwish you days with sunrise and gentle breezes. I wish you smiles with no reason to be sad I wish you happiness which knows no end I wish you peace of mind even in my mind I wish you love that will never wilter like ours has I am here for you, alway...
