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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