Our Words..
spill out in no particular order;
Like Water
frozen on a lake; dry but wet;
Us,
falling apart for no particular reason;
Me,
frozen in a dreammare; in love but in hate.
Where is the end
to this long, cold, frozen lake
that has been filled,
with years of tears shed, and frozen
by our mutual hate?
Let's awake;
let's separate;
and find a love that could be great;
for you, for me;
for them...
the unknown hearts that wait in their own lake,
yearning for the love that we now waste.
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