The Weather

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Hey, i hope you're doing fine because i'm pretty alright

I know we haven't talked for awhile

There's only a few things i want to say and i promise you that i will be on my way

Please excuse me now because i am for sure that my words will be bitter like bile

I'm sorry if i offend you however, this is by no means another rotten, sour piece of indignant poetry that is shoved down people's throats as if trying to say "please see me"

I just want to be real

This is business, i'm not going to try and steal you kisses because i know

I know, i know, i know that we will never be anything more than a grain of sand

You're something i keep trying to catch yet as i search for you

You keep slipping between the gaps in my hands

We will never be the beach

You will never absorb my love between the cracks of your broken heart

But maybe, just maybe, i thought that if i could give you my utmost devotion that we could be as deep as the ocean, we would rule pacific rim to pacific rim, from sea to shining sea

But we can't

We won't

Because you don't feel that same love for me     


By, Jacqueline Phillips

*Not written by me*

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