Laynie Cooper

None of Me

You are my sun and I am a planet in your orbit.

You are the depths of the ocean and I am the adjusting tide.

You are the rain cloud that creates the rain that grows the seed.

You have all of me, some of me, most and now none of me.

You are a thorny vine that takes the life of the tree.

You are a thunderstorm that creates a tornado that destroys everything.

You are a virus and I am slowly dying.


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