well. I am alone and heartbroken. But i will not forget nor let die this love. So every day i will compose some poetry for my love. whom i may never speak to or see again less it is in my dreams.
Monday, February 3, 2014
the things she says
blind and broken
from a love i'd seen,
the light at the end of her tunnel
wasn't me,
but what could be
never will,
yet she says she loves me
forever still.
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