Doodle Another Life | Poem

Isn’t the clouds pass over storm

Like a simple question kept in secret.

I had one question in my secrets,

Why pain doesn’t hurt my mind,

But a physical sickness does deep?

Whatever your name may have,

Try rebuilding what we destroyed,

Before I leave, you made a promise,

In darkness we can’t get ride alone,

I’ll see the evening in your arms.

┬ęsjwordsmith
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