i was a wanderer;
you were the signs
and you led me to far-off places of all kinds.
i was a riverbed;
you were the rain
and together we flowed in a synchronized lane.
i was a hand;
you were my glove
and held in your embrace, i would rest in your love.
i was a sailboat;
you were the wind
and away i would fly where your breath determined.
i was a drawing;
you were the pen
and you shaped my inked figure again and again.
i was a prisoner;
you were the chains
and since i had to break free, i left you in pain.
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Poetryin which she takes you on a journey through the many different trails of her mind. poetry / reflections / art ✏︎ poetry #492 copyright © 2017 by clato_maroondiamonds. all rights reserved. lowercase intended.
