Her
Don’t let rivers flow for me.
I am a breeze that blew and embraced the lonely.
Your eyes worth a thousand of I,
so dry these oceans and look up to the sky.
Your joy forever, I talked to God,
we shook our hands and I saw her nod.
So smile each day, to make it worth my stay,
in the darkest corner, where I will slowly fade.
When your hair turns gray
and you’ve lived forever,
don’t regret the lines you’ve severed.
You are a poem,
your laugh my music.
I hope you’re free,
loved and seen.
For eyes often grace the surface,
I hope you meet a soul that’s worth it.
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