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Spilled Confessions
He hungered for the world
Though he had mine,
He thirsted for eternity
So, I gave him time.
He grew insatiable
Until I could only grant,
Questions, to answers, he lived for
And then I became one.
Still, I yearn for him
Such unquenchable thirst,
He is my illusive oasis
As I tread upon this desert.
Perhaps, by now, somewhere
He had found his universe,
Still searching his, spilling mine-
My drops of ink on paper.
© dark_angel
#ink #poem #heartache #painfulmemories
Though he had mine,
He thirsted for eternity
So, I gave him time.
He grew insatiable
Until I could only grant,
Questions, to answers, he lived for
And then I became one.
Still, I yearn for him
Such unquenchable thirst,
He is my illusive oasis
As I tread upon this desert.
Perhaps, by now, somewhere
He had found his universe,
Still searching his, spilling mine-
My drops of ink on paper.
© dark_angel
#ink #poem #heartache #painfulmemories
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