Love.. In Acts: Act 3 Poem by Matthew Edan Oliver Palma

Empty words
Emotions taken
Sharpened swords
Reasons all broken

… So where do we sit
Where do we stand?
… What are the odds?
In this foolish game of chance

Precious thoughts
Promises pledged
Sanity sought
Standing on the edge

… And what are we both
Are we lovers or but strangers
… We’ 're sharing in this boat
In an ocean full of danger

Shadows in the dark
Stars run out of spark
In the stillness in the park
Ends the singing of a lark

… So where do we go
And what do we do?
… What are the chances?
Of us making it through?

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