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O! If I am the ocean,
I have no stars overhead.
Who can I be guiding home
With this desert between shores?
You said, “Its cold. I am cold.
And so many things have changed.
I do not know who I am anymore;
I’m not sure if I am anyone today.”
It is easy to miss you now
When you are by my side.
I will never forget to remember you,
With you in every space.
I will know you again
In a window that looks on
The ghosts of our summer flowers
With a bouquet of fresh, new stars
I will say that this ocean is ours.
I’m still in love. I’m still in love.
© 2018 Marten Hoyle
I have no stars overhead.
Who can I be guiding home
With this desert between shores?
You said, “Its cold. I am cold.
And so many things have changed.
I do not know who I am anymore;
I’m not sure if I am anyone today.”
It is easy to miss you now
When you are by my side.
I will never forget to remember you,
With you in every space.
I will know you again
In a window that looks on
The ghosts of our summer flowers
With a bouquet of fresh, new stars
I will say that this ocean is ours.
I’m still in love. I’m still in love.
© 2018 Marten Hoyle
Published 9th Oct 2018
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10th Oct 2018 00:52am
When u read something and feel the hair rise on you arm.
When the first thought is "could it be?"
Then feel that breeze, sudden chill
Then the sideways voice says
"Couldn't be, it just them again""....
Nice write...
To whoever you wrote it to I'm sure shell gaze off in the distance
When the first thought is "could it be?"
Then feel that breeze, sudden chill
Then the sideways voice says
"Couldn't be, it just them again""....
Nice write...
To whoever you wrote it to I'm sure shell gaze off in the distance
