I don't really like the way he found you.
No.
I can no longer pretend.
Its more nauseous to think about as
you were drowning in river of Nile,
even sinking in sand for a while,
deep and deep you were crawling
yet he found you,
his gentle caresses,
his soft tone enveloping cherry blossom and
those eyes which race to capture your beauty,
those lips had prayed for you,
along with sugar talking they had prayed for you
his desperation sickened me to core,
saying how meant to be and how you are so much more,
when your struggles encore,
yet who i am to judge or tell you how love should be
love finds in times one is suffocated to be in,
so,
alas i go listening to your stories
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 12:54 PM UTC
I don't really like the way he found you.
No.
I can no longer pretend.
Its more nauseous to think about as
you were drowning in river of Nile,
even sinking in sand for a while,
deep and deep you were crawling
yet he found you,
his gentle caresses,
his soft tone enveloping cherry blossom and
those eyes which race to capture your beauty,
those lips had prayed for you,
along with sugar talking they had prayed for you
his desperation sickened me to core,
saying how meant to be and how you are so much more,
when your struggles encore,
yet who i am to judge or tell you how love should be
love finds in times one is suffocated to be in,
so,
alas i go listening to your stories