Islands

We want,
We can't ,not sure,
Things aren't the same like growing up,
Mixing up friendship with love,
And now all different,
Grown and fenced,
By the tree,
That gave us the fruit,
Not even sure we really wanted.
I'm here
And not sure
What we actually
Lost and
Where?



Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2015-01-11 at 22:46

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is quite good.
2015-01-13