Armed with words
Even if it's in the middle of the night and you need some truth , I'll come over . I'll be the mirror you refuse to see .....
I never cared about
The light
In someone's eyes
For me .
It was always about
The dark pretty things
Behind them ...
The sad part is ,for a writer ,when the love fades and we have lost the one we love, our words become orphans once more .....its hard but sometimes you have to learn when your part is over in someone's life. ....
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