Posted: March 21, 2017 by FALADE in creative writting

As our light found us in our bed,
All stories are next to ours
You think too much over the future
while i lived in the present.

Our stories are more than all
who you want me be, am not there yet
though your friends think am hopeless
But i gave you all my heart.

We no longer feel our stars
but we still feel our long touch
wish we never stayed apart
Now our broken ropes are so hard to mend.


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