What Flies
Day after day I spoke my soul to him
Confidently, He held my waist
His face I felt not only, beard a trim
and feelings sprung with no haste.
From the sunny looks passed each day
To the words we felt, spoken
In each other we disappear where we lay,
Too young to know that love can be broken.
Time went on and so did we
Helplessly, eyes filled and fell with tears
Of great and sorrow so many we couldn't see,
Endlessly running blind, hand in hand with fears.
Back to the beginning, cold knots untied,
Forever didn't last so long, time flied.
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