SIBYLLOGY: Life inside the Saussurean Bar.
Dizzily spinning you asked for distance
but then refused to let me go.I feel empty before
this towering shadow
of unequity.Are we planning to split
friends between us,
again?But still – I choose;
this time I choose
on my own.I keep searching for a ring
that is still on my finger.
it’s so sad when two people spilt and one still insists that they can have input in the others life.
Even though they are the ones who choose to walk away.
its as if they think they can have a life and the other person should put their life on hold, just incase they want to return.
A beautiful poem, full of heart.
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