spoken from within


She is no good
her words and deeds
ebb and flow
cast about for him
relinquished to fate.

—–

Fingers stroking
she felt his hands
touch her thoughts
whispers of dew
riding the air.

—–

He is no good
the heartache
Her, the ocean’s shore
he walks blindly along
swallowed in his pride.

 

 

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