February 27, 2024

Sang

Friendly,

Not the nature at all.

We lie,

below a line that’s drawn.

Hard,

Difficult, and not with ease;

We are exactly–

Where you said we’d be.

But now I’m fading quickly.

Heart and mind losing density.

Ignore the signs of destiny.

You: the worst,

Brought the best in me.

 

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