Then and now
Times aren’t the same,
Yet it’s still the same game,
The feeling between us is mutual,
But the feeling is unusual,
We speak at night,
But above me as I look up at the stars at night ,
I fear a spark in the air,
A strong passion that once was but isn’t there,
It rolls over and over in my mind,
As the answer is still hard to find,
What would become of two souls,
Will it be separate of one whole.
Poems poems and more poems
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Happy kwanza! To those who celebrate!!!
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