Poetic Now

Let the deep sea see thee

A lost soul withering

In my arms I prepare to hold you

But you are already prepared to die in the moment

In my arms I prepare to hug you

But you have already died in front of me

In my soul do I prepare to nourish you

But you keep crying for another

And the night breeze holds you like a mother.

But I am alone without thee

You were not prepared to hold me

As for I am prepared to die in the moment

You were not prepared to nourish me

As I dont have the heart to cry for another

I am alone while you cry and die

And walk and hate

I hate you now

Scratch that

I dontlove you now

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