do you think it’s time

do you think it’s time baby

should we let this go

our words forever spoken

on our journeys we must go

why hold on to something

if it’s there even if it’s real

the destination already chosen

separate paths

a p a r t

is how this feels

passing time together

like two black birds of one feather

in the dreariest sort of weather

just not for forever

seems

bleak…

it’s new to me

odd to me

maybe not for me

i guess we’ll see…

does a black bird ever settle

for one branch on his favorite tree

or does he sit on the mast

of the pirate ship

always facing out to sea

on to the next adventure

like you?

like me?

possibly.

Ruby Rose xx

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