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She's found the deep end
Of her heart
And jumped.
She didn't take us with her
She didn't ask if we wanted
To come
She didn't care about us
Anymore.
Maybe the pain
Was too much
So she abandoned
Us the way she though
We would.
We would never though
She changed like
The seasons
And we were constant
But I guess she's stuck
In winter now.
Melted brown
Drowning in blue
And it's too late
To bring her back.
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Poetry'If the end is drawing near, should I not be a part of it?' compilation of random efforts at poetry. - Cover Image - Kathrin Honesta
