Warm tears fell

As rivers flow

While this heart calls

For peace below

 

Time was an enemy

In our eyes

Who changed me

Too late to realize

 

That our beginning

Was our end

So no more hurting

These wounds must

 

Mend.

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None of us are to blame for what happened between us. Only fate can make accusations.

*Picture from Pinterest*

©aishaadamspoetry

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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