2020-18th of December- Friday
All I wanted to be was your strength
In this sea of poison that is drowning
Your soul
Immersing you fully
But how can I be so nimble
So fragile
To become your weakness
My regrets are building
This wall
In hope to protect you
From me
Because how can I save you
When I seem so meek
I am the sea of poison
Filling your lungs
And chaining you down
So how
Can I ever be
If I continue to live
By this facade
The flowers blooming in my heart
Will wilt
From the poison of my thoughts
If I continue to fight
To be your strength
We will both end up
Drowning in this sea
Of our poison
-regrets
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enouement flowers~a collection of thoughts
PoetryEnouement- the bittersweet feeling of having arrived in the future, seeing how things have turned out, and not being able to tell your younger self. A collection of my thoughts through my years of living, for the new and old souls to ponder togethe...
