
something, I wrote
to you once, when we were together, I found
that I never finished it,
completely
When I wrote something to you, when you and I
were lost in the dark tones of winter, not knowing
why it should be now that those things would
envelope us so completely?
When you read something that I wrote to you, as
we closed the outside world out, when you turned to
me, and told me that I was the only one that you wanted
to wake up next to in the morning, and you turned the letter
over, and started to write the story of our lives together, and I
stared up at the ceiling, listening to your words,
having just awakened next to you
When you wrote something to me, while we never left the thoughts
that bound us, while we were waking up next to each other, and we
read together the story, about how our lives had been, while the ending still was
not known
When I chanced upon
something, we once wrote together forever, and I knew that endings and
beginnings are the same as long as you are with
me
And that I am with you…..
Beautiful poetry
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Thank you, Bag Lady π it is always heartwarming to read your kind words! xx
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Thanks!β
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Beautiful and bittersweet.
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Thank you Robin π Glad to see you again!
I hope you’re having a nice week π xx
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ahhh….wow. Great work.
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Thank you Nikki π I’m so glad you like it!! *Hugs*
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Simply beautiful! I’ve never been a huge fan of poetry, but maybe you’ve started to convince me that it’s not so bad π
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Thank you Katie! I am truly flattered that a visit to the Cove could make you reconsider your opinion about poetry π π π
I hope you will enjoy yourself around here! xx
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