Two rivers make a lake.

Even through the rain
of stars and wonder
our fears drops, madly,
without asking for permission
just like a tear.

One does not ask for crying
(well, you can, but, this is not the point i’m trying to make)
a person just cryies and
continue crying,
till the crying stops.

Well we didn’t ask for fighting, but
life itself feeds on us.
Like a river
we put ourselves in the way so
people can drink and feed from us.

But we don’t have to be rivers,
or at least we can be poisonous ones.
We can be poisonous rivers who join into a lake,
without fear or take
for the world to see.

We don’t ask for fighting,
but as rivers we drag our worries
our sadness
and even madness
to the lake,
without wanting it,
or asking.

I do not ask for your forgiveness,
for all I drag behind…
I just ask you to join me,
on the making of a lake
so vast and unmensurable,
that we can drawn or sadness,
even our madness away.

And when the lake is too big for us,
we can go back being just two rivers,
draging what the lake has left behind.

That, or that i just love and i can’t say shit without making it poetry.

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