When I tear apart,
I see a man,
my verses sit inside his heart,
it is better to stand still,
and not, to move along
with words of past,
the man I see would someday be my part,
and someday we would struggle
with our halves,
for I know nothing of his being,
for I fell in his arms
when your reflections were seen,
I move along,
I move along with you.
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
When I tear apart,
I see a man,
my verses sit inside his heart,
it is better to stand still,
and not, to move along
with words of past,
the man I see would someday be my part,
and someday we would struggle
with our halves,
for I know nothing of his being,
for I fell in his arms
when your reflections were seen,
I move along,
I move along with you.
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