He spoke in a way
That cleared the thoughts in my brain.
Bearing a light that outshines
All the cruelty within.
Somehow, it all feels lighter.
The load of all the pain
Turned into something greater.
Despite all the miserable tendencies
Of a future that was not for you and me,
I could finally look at you
With utmost clarity.
You may never love me
The way that I do.
But perhaps,
That is how things are supposed to be.
- bee.
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Heart Strings
PoetryPoetry and prose about every little thing in love: The good. The bad. The sweet. The bitter. Cover by: @delinxent
