reef knot
I never seek the right meaning for 'distance'
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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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall6 days ago in Fiction
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