It’s called “Objects” - Two figures Stand side by side One reaches out While the other Flies They’re drawn To each other Until they Crumple Objects are thrown Just as easily as the words Nothing can go back To being “just so” Such thunders of sound What once was lost Can never be found Voids of emptiness Stretch beneath Where their guilt Will never be free For the road to recovery Runs too deep - There’s the poem. As you can see, it turned dark :-:
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It’s called “Objects”
-
Two figures
Stand side by side
One reaches out
While the other
Flies
They’re drawn
To each other
Until they
Crumple
Objects are thrown
Just as easily as the words
Nothing can go back
To being “just so”
Such thunders of sound
What once was lost
Can never be found
Voids of emptiness
Stretch beneath
Where their guilt
Will never be free
For the road to recovery
Runs too deep
-
There’s the poem. As you can see, it turned dark :-:
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The alpha lol
I just wanted to let you know that I finished the poem you wanted me to write for you! :)
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And I would love to be your friend!
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