It didn't make sense,
Like all days.We walked along jagged nails until we met the end.
Yet, in some light, the dark, the midnight. I found you, like you found me.
Both lost and alone. Both looking for home, both completely unaware, that we left our home.
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PoetryOriginal poetry made to make you feel. Read every word with great meaning, you'll get it. I wrote this hoping some day I'll publish and maybe someone will finally gain the courage to create themselves, a cluster of words to break and shape hearts t...