45. Waves
I wanted you to stay
So we could see the stars lying beneath the grey.
But you had to leave my bay
Or else the waves would have washed you away.
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PoetryHis ethereal soul Creeping its way into my hellhole If only I could stop him If only I could forget him But his ethereal soul Is what makes me whole. **** Third poetry book everyone! Ethereal-A book written in the memory of lost love. **** 🌟 Second...
45. Waves
45. Waves
I wanted you to stay
So we could see the stars lying beneath the grey.
But you had to leave my bay
Or else the waves would have washed you away.
