I don't want to lose you
But I see us grow apart,
Nothing I can do about it,
Nothing that can change your heart.
I see our voices melt into
A hard, hrash silence,
Our memories
Crack and burn.
Wish I could learn from pain
But I still feel the touch of your hand,
Your energy flow through me
In a mysterious tantric dance,
Our bodies interlaced
Like grapevine
In a garden.
No one I can replace you with,
My soul bleeds but I barely show it.
A wilderness. Part 5. Losing you
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2023
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