Atlantic of my emotions

Moved on, like you are in a marathon,

Never gave a reason for those gone,

Brain starts making you blur,

Still i revive with my mental fur.

Keep going is becoming tougher,

As you are my origin of writing chamber,

Make sense, was your descision,

Till i am not fully done,

Exploring you, became my hobby,

For me, you are my mental ruby.

Dare not to define,

As i am confine.

You are the Atlantic of emotion,

Defining you is beyond my diction.

Flesh and blood may change,

My words will reach to your range.

-Ray

Credit=) Simon Clayton

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