It's water's, when you're down stuck drowning, where love can't read you but Death sees you.
It's water's, when they see your struggle, trap between rubbles, love you when they're near but despise you from a distance.
It's water's, when you rather be in hands with the dead than your loved one because you know they'll keep you forever.
It's water's, when you see your doubtful self in nature's creation, returning your tears back into the ocean because, too much is better than enough.
Its water's, when she's finds her way back into your arms, to show you what loves feels like, in her eyes, none can be better than this.
It's waters, when you learn to float, and swim without the help of none, but let them take credits, for without their help of trying to drown you, you wouldn't be able to plunge into the deepest wave and smile as you stood victorious and none can kill you.
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Love Beyond Trees
PoetryThis is a poetry that touches and reaches the depths of our emotions that we dare not to tamper with. It's a set of poems I put together for you readers to enjoy and feel the shoes I cannot wear.
