Love flooded fields,
gave us harvest,
granted us a tide
for growth, for both
of our hearts
to decide.
We weren't meant
to be ones to hide,
while we were
always open
to confide.
Light shined when
we were wilting.
Water quenched us
after a long drought.
But it is now
when I want out.
Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 6:10 PM UTC
Love flooded fields,
gave us harvest,
granted us a tide
for growth, for both
of our hearts
to decide.
We weren't meant
to be ones to hide,
while we were
always open
to confide.
Light shined when
we were wilting.
Water quenched us
after a long drought.
But it is now
when I want out.
Request permission to use this poem