Never
Once warm your kiss grows cold,
Eyes changed forever in a glistening world,
Opens up upon us bleeding stories untold,
To be free together we let go.
Now those times are vanished,
A memory inside me always bold,
The day when darkness vanquished,
And swallowed hole,
The beauty of our twin souls.
Never empty, never plenty, never gone.
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A mediocre at best relationship. A nagging feeling that you may not have had enough usually leads to a mistake.
I like the view from a young perspective. Mayhaps when we have more experience, we become more cynical.
Walt
Edwin
Be always safe,
Karen
Regis