Odder Truth
Torn in-between...
We were meant to exist as strangers...
Blowing on a winter breeze in December...
Our love deities,
Illustrated a moment
For us to relish.
Your love vibrates my Bones...
Truth be told
I still feel you near,
Even when I'm alone...
You Buried me in your Love
And Now
I'm left Rumbling in the Deep,
Like I'm made of stone...
Your Love is the
Liquid to my fountain...
I'm the Peak
And you're the mountain
Together we Belong...
Or maybe
We Belong as Strangers...
About the Creator
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