We walked hand-in-hand
Through the woods
With the sun at our backs
The air tasting like salt
And the sound of water hitting rocks,
We approached the lake.
It's funny,
I'm the size of an
Ant compared to you.
You smell as pleasant as fresh picked flowers.
But it seems as
Though we've walked under a ladder,
Because that love
Is now replaced with hate.


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