A one-sided poem (pt. 2)

The deep cerulean rivers watched you gro,

learn and play,

and they will watch you die someday.

They will watch over your children and your home,

until it long has since been yours.

But do not be afraid,

for it is not a warning,

but instead, a promise made to our kind.

A flower is only as strong as its roots dear child.

It grows and grows until,

eventually, it is stable enough

to flourish and shine,

Do not push yourself, dear,

for we are only as strong as who we are.

Ah, dear love,

life without tragedy

is as boring as one without love

for love and tragedy define our souls

to prove if a heaven and hell exist

or if we are,

completely,

utterly,

alone.

A ghost of my affection lies in your heart

I haven't seen it in years

so please my dear

care for it until our deaths,

and share it with people of love.

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They get longer and longer as we go on.