by introspekdt123

the days of half-loving
and being half-loved are over
they’ve come forward in finality and have moved on to another

i wonder who she is
i wonder how she now gives
will it be me in the same manner
will it be me in size and weight maybe statue
or will she be taller

will she unintentionally free
illustriousness in damning thoughts
as her only intention bunking distraught
will she be just like me

more in the sense of me in the past
me in the measure of downward cast-
ed to a place that had always been without comfort to my very soul
will she be like me instead old
her style, her grace
hidden behind griefs’ face
however shall she most exist

…how i wish i could meet her on her road and seal her fate with an otherWISE kiss