Moving forward.

There is fear but there is hope.

The past is haunting.

The future seems promising

It is dark and it is cold.

There is no one left to hold.

But our love is pure.

It’s a poison and cure.

There’s no right, no wrong.

In love and magic, there is no fault.

Yet, here we are.

yes, here we are.

It’s okay to breathe,

Even if our hearts’ til weak.

Move forward with a child’s heart

when we look back to the old part.

It is not us, darling, it is love.

To search for meaning, we must grow apart.

By @jillorbs


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