Stone turns to
Dust.
Leaves wither away.
Life dies.
The sea turns
from the shore.
Little creatures
hide.
Mountains move.
My Love, My Darling,
you hold power.
You are my heart;
my world.
Nature shifts
because we are
not one.
I long for you.
You are blind to
my heart.
I only desire You.
My Love.
MY LOVE.
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MY LOVE.

I wrote this poem for two of my friends who have been going through some tough times lately. Love can fucking hurt. 15th October 2015.

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