We're two tectonic plates moving apart.
Our grounds are shaking and so are our hearts.
Kiss good bye our golden age.
And welcome our war-zone days.
We held on tight for years,
But all those efforts have turned to tears.
Day by day,
we mover further away.
Until eventually,
All we have becomes a distant memory.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
