Drought,
in the shape of new
sadness and chapped lips
lost in green eyes.
Wave by wave,
a garden grew green
vanquished me
a new love to be seen
Storms, hurricanes
mud so thick
flowers drowned,
seeds washed away.
Desolate, nothingness
agony without you
agony with you
to understand it
is to feel it
Devour my soul for breakfast.
-emc
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