the other half of my heart
is across the other half of the ocean
where the sun rises in the west
and the sky is grey
not in a silver kind of way.
under the bridge
that rhymes
flows a river of longing
and a current that spits at
the grey rocks on shore.
there is 5 million miles
and a dream
that the fog will rise
and our clocks will tell
the same time.
you are not here
but that makes you closer.
♡
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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The Atlantic Settlement
From the commander’s chair, I watched as the black lifelessness of space faded away and we entered the blue atmosphere of Earth. The shift in gravity changed on our ship as we descended further and stopped to hover just above sea level.
By Donna Fox (HKB)about 8 hours ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
This was sk wonderful! I loved it!
Beautiful love poem :)
Aww 🥰✨👌