If we end this misery and separate our hearts,
tear, pull, break ourselves apart,
time will heal the wounds stitched marks,
calm the storms and free the dark.
If.
If we were to separate our moves pace,
our rhythm, our each others face,
time will mend the pains renewing view,
hiding moments our love was true.
If.
But I would rather go through it with you.
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A poetic expression of wanting to be with another but the recognition that there are difficulties. Well written
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