It’s Not The End

The water crashing upon the lobes from which I am blessed

Sinking lower almost out of breath.

As time becomes concrete

Life flashes as the soul slowly creeps.

He jumps or he stands as the love he has sinks down

Into the blue depths of fluid where her soul outstreches like a ball gown.

Hearts beating to the rhythm of a pendulum

Grasping her waist almost out of Adrenaline

It’s. Not. The. End.

~Z. Jay

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