Thursday, April 20, 2017

Foreign land



If he really loved you...
If he really loved me, what? 
I suffer from Fernweh constantly,
Which horribly translates to wanderlust in English
Read the irony;
Still, I am traveling.
His blue eyes gallivant for a split second,
Sensible to where his mind escapes to,
I let him. 
I go fetch him water
He sneaks up from behind
Never turning around, 
He sees my soul full frontal.
If he really loved you...
If I really loved him, I know
What works

He is foreign land,
And I do not own a map.

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