I thought there was fire
In at least one of our hearts
Even though there never was smoke.
We kept seeing things
That weren’t really there
And hearing words nobody even spoke.
Then you said that I
Was like one of the charms
That had fallen from your bracelet and broke.
©Aaysid
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I really like this. This is a poem that lingers for a while. Great work
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Wow, thank you so much.
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