You are a season;
I can't be complete without you happening.
I can skip parts of you,
But I can't get through without looking back.
I have been missing parts of me,
I know those were always with you.
My versions will never be in full without the episodes of you;
You got the best and worst takes of me.
Leaving you is like blowing a portion of sand in front of my face;
I can't get away without some blinding my eyes in miscalculation.
I'll never look the same way again.
I promised I'll never write a song once more.
But your melody goes on unapologetically certain.
The echoes you left were classic;
Never goes out of tune and enigmatic.
Have been a captive of your ellipsis.
I can't neither locate for a beginning
Nor can knock on a closure.
I will forever be slave.
Love is a war; you are a soldier.
Life is a search; I am a nomad.
You are the place of rest.
I am the truce.
But our fates were drawn in utter storm.
-Hera of the Universe 🔥
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