We were just like a poem
That we never knew
Where are the linebreaks
Determined by meaning, sound and rhythm
Breaths, pauses, commas or punctuation
Like a poem where lineation was hard to interpret
The things between us were never metrical
Feelings that we withheld
because they were hard to comprehend
Like a poem once we read in a sunset
That seemed to have several meanings
You and me, It was a poem
Which came out to be a mysterious text
Critiqued by many, inferred by few
And was ceased, halfway to the end
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