Waiting for you,
with my shadow blue,
Always kept me alive.
But never knew the wait would be this long,
Never knew you would skip everything, but our song,
Never knew the blue would start to fade,
Never knew we would love each other just to hate.
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The Seasoned LOVE
PoetryWhen you first meet someone.. there's this feeling that arises, often confused among Love and Likeness, confusion of shadow remains. There are short poems within on Love, Hate, Confusion and a lot of metaphors to describe the 3 basics.
