Under the weight of the flood
I dream of you
Body submerged
Feelings disturbed
By the pull of love
As ancestral flows
Echo
All around me
Please believe me I am doing all that I can
To surface this wave
Trying my hardest to hold onto trust
And be brave
But sometimes when those echoes
Resound
There is only hopelessness to be found
And that is when I become
The sinking satellite
Whose orbit
Split apart
The bonds of faith
We were working so hard
To strengthen between our hearts
In a world
Where all is designed
To shatter
This kind of hope
This kind of promise
This kind of love
Emerging From The Dark Night 
Sometimes, we all, trap our selves, in these situations, wanting, desperately to believe that, it’s love, when in truth, it’s, the, exact, opposite, of what love is, and, should, be…
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That’s not really what I was getting at here but its a valid point here I am talking more of a burden of ancestral inheritance we need to throw off and how often the world is cynical about love due to wounding and tries to destroy other’s happiness.
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