I embrace her every day
as her tears run for no reason.
She walks,
she swims.
Every move
gets harder,
sinks deeper.
I hold her
as she holds
her pain.
I hug her
as she hugs
her pain.
I kiss her
as she kisses
her pain.
I love her,
but she loves
her pain.
-myself and I,
Hiraya.
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PoetryBetween sunsets and sunrises are a bunch of poems that may mean nothing or may mean everything. Between sunsets and sunrises I am not afraid of the dark, I am fond of it. Part II of The Zeros. Made it to the wattys shortlist!
