Bleeding; Weeping silently, As she lay on the ground dying Revealing little She smiled at him As she whispered, With a tremor in her frail voice "I have always loved only you."
Later standing by her grave Consequently bitter with himself He knew she spoke the truth.
Lost in my own thoughts, the struggle is real. Your smile is the battle I have with my words. I write and eventually I end up underestimating the same.
I differ with a tonne of words Like tribes across the earth's skin For once there was a tremor The transverse within the longitudinal axis Have a wave story to tell Each to its ordeal aboard Each to his scars Each to his side's view As the riddle caught his skin For yet a story waiting to unfold in words
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