You see me, yet you don’t see me, you see.
You seem to ignore the overhauled seas, wispy winter breeze, intangible.
Opaque glory has corrupted true vision
Where there lacks discernment, the people don’t listen
Truffle of love enveloped in hugs
The good eclipsed bad, you carry like bags
Leaving grey gates of self constructed fate
Thoughts breaking down on our backs like real weights
If real love is true, show me the view
If your love is true, hold me in tune
Break sadness in two
Console me to the moon
-From my heart, to you.
About the Creator
Stuck in Place
Amy whistled as she walked through her front yard, looking for any sticks she could pick up and throw into the pile she and her brother were making. They had a big windstorm recently; as such, all the trees in their yard had suffered some damage in some loss of sticks. Or perhaps losing those sticks was a good thing since their trees probably needed to be pruned anyway. Amy wasn't sure.
By Rebecca Patton6 days ago in Fiction
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