The start of something
Always seems promising
Like a crevice through the dark
Like rainfalling after a period of drought
Like summer after the harsh blow of winter
Like spring, the fairy Godmother
That awakens the sleeping flowers
That is until we put our glasses on
And realise that life is not as it seems
That friendships don't last forever
That we had promised to remain best friends no matter what
But then the storm came
I slipped from your hands
And fell into the sea
You tried to hold on
But we both knew
Forever was not meant for us
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Forest OF Thoughts
PoetryYou can get lost in a forest but you can also find peace. You can get hurt or you can make the decision to find your way out of that forest. Join me through this journey of losing yourself, finding yourself, breaking yourself and finally healing...
