Your obsidian eyes will no longer be a pillow of comfort,
your voice will not be humming in my ear,
singing soft lullaby's
my tears that overflow now,
will dry up like a desert,
my emotions will will become cold
your affection was sweet,
the world was sour,
love blooms in the weirdest of spots,
not caring of the amount of sunlight it will need,
or the water it will desires to quench its thirst,
our love bloomed,
but there is no sunlight,
water can not reach us,
My tears that overflow now,
will dry up like a desert,
however even in the desert it rains,
when it does the flowers that looked wilted,
will return to their former glory,
and maybe my love will bloom again.
kikyotwosoul Community Member 
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