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 A book to house all my Poetic Explorations |
| Each night, a salted tide engulfs my sight, Whispers of "why?" drown out the moon's pale light. Five years, a fabric we wove with hands entwined, Now threads unravel, love's fabric left behind. Days crawl, nights fester, in this labyrinth of doubt, Where shadows twist and turn, my worth consumed by drought. Faithful through seasons, a constant by your side, Yet your confessing breath tore hope's frail tendrils wide. Do greener pastures tempt, a softer heart to roam? An open door where whispers find a welcome home? Secrets you held, hidden beneath your gaze, Forging truths I guarded through our sunlit days. I carried burdens, your absences like scars, In darkest hours, my love the lighthouse through the spars. Alibi whispers drowned in sighs, unfurled like sail, But now the anchor breaks, adrift upon the gale. Letting go, a bitter fruit upon my tongue, Aching with farewell, though freedom's song is sung. My love, once boundless, shrinks to embers frail, How long till time mends this heartbreak's endless trail? |
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