Unspoken love

January 26, 2018

The essence of something

twisted memorbilia

swings creaking in the wind

grass tasting the water droplets

I sat there crying

happiness

it was gone

taken with the wind

to the dark side of the moon

did you ever kiss me goodbye?

what is love

nobody has an answer

think about it

no one feels something the exact same.

-art

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