Wind

The wind...

 

It's errie voice speeks...

Whispers...

of times before I was broken...

before I knew...

what it was like...

to love you...

the wind...

 

speeks of you..

knowing my heart burns at just the thought...

I know I do not need you...

but, my heart still yearns...

The wind...

 

Tells me that this life is not fit...

withought you...

How can I know if that is true?

Do I truely need you?

Or am I fooling myself?

Could the wind be more than just the wind?

could it be...

My own wishes?

The End

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