Your leaves fall away, when my petals grow.
I live through summer and die in winter.
You thrive in the cold seasons.
I tiptpoe along this path of red,
threading pass gravestones.
There are connections that remain even into the next life.
And there are relationships that won't ever happen.
So why do we still love someone we can't ever have?
Even when we won't ever meet.
This love is only full of pain.
But even so, I love you still.
2 comments:
I think we've known some people before we were born into the earth. That love remains although we don't understand. Blog on!
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This one's a chuckle. I made a mistake. Should read:
http://francene-wordstitcher.blogspot.com
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