Thwart the Billows

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I pencil these verses in honor of a befouled love, and sense of arrogance, or did you even sense it?

Your love the bane of her love, softly suffocating.

Your silence the flame of her candle, slowly thawing.

You, swimming thwart the billows above her, she never knew what earth appeared to be beneath her.

Pride too bitter to swallow, too sweet to throw.

She, falling down the hole in her head, shall never find your shadow her steps follow.

The words of thoughts you can't synthesize.

The thoughts of words she can't organize.

Ego, you don't forgo, ergo she lets go.

-Dedicated to my best friend.

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