your virtue
interlock with the sense of reliance
bridging the musing path and its root,
that I believe will never devalue
when the screech begins discordant
and you started to outburst with arguments
it's funny
how your words never die
I must have stored it somewhere in my desolate mind
you know exactly how to keep outpouring them
and I'm way too smart to hold them confined
we left the idea of parting ways behind
the pivotal rope firmly encloses our minds
I never seek the right meaning for 'distance'
I insist on knotting the two souls fastened.
About the Creator
Mufiida
a nocturnal being
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