Cry with me, and I'll cry with you.
Fly with me, and I'll soar to you.
Feel with me, and I'll let the pain go through...
Die with me, and I'll die for you.
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"Cry with me, and I'll cry with you," she pleaded.
"I will," he agreed.
"Fly with me, and I'll soar to you."
"Have I not?"
"Feel with me, and I'll let the pain go through..."
"Darling, you already have..."
"Die with me, and I'll die for you."
"I was always dead. It was you and everything about you that made me alive."
"So, now I ask of you, live with me, and I'll do so much more for you."
She accepted.
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Perspective│Poetry¹ (Completed)
PoetryShe had raging battles in her mind, in the midst of choosing between dark and light. These are the fragments of the spoils of war, this is the reality she must face, and this is her perspective, of this unfair, unjust, painful world. ---- ❝Her inno...
