Then departure, then crying nights,
With no ceremony, nor goodbye.
Would I be forsaken, as you might,
With all those bliss turn into sighs.
Then a longing, then old fears,
A rift occurred, widen by years.
Is it for certain, or time being cruel,
Or punishment for unpaid due.
Then a knock, and then a hug,
Then the ocean breaks apart.
Those heavenly pleasure, here they are,
In this instant, I could have your heart.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 8:28 AM UTC
Then departure, then crying nights,
With no ceremony, nor goodbye.
Would I be forsaken, as you might,
With all those bliss turn into sighs.
Then a longing, then old fears,
A rift occurred, widen by years.
Is it for certain, or time being cruel,
Or punishment for unpaid due.
Then a knock, and then a hug,
Then the ocean breaks apart.
Those heavenly pleasure, here they are,
In this instant, I could have your heart.
Evelyn
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