Choosing Your Route
Writing for nobody,
I knew you like a shadow
of shy affiliation;
but with a kind smile.
You unknowingly rippled
the banks of this small place.
It is so beautifully tragic
the love you created and left.
If...
But I'll tip the rowing man
to take you wherever,
and if the skin was your chain
you're free.
Sometimes life begins without you,
Sometimes the end begins with you,
Everyone is made of sometimes, some things
and a compass
pointing through strain.
Find peace.
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