two minds
two hearts
they grow up together molding
thoughts
dreams
the glimpse of a future
winding together
till one decides this isn't what they want
cutting the others vines
to save there own
leaving the latter to pick up the peaces
of there now shattered dreams
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Comments1
Too often this metaphor is lived by people where pruned they lay some hoping for a new start others to wilt and die. Very nicely done
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