What remains unsaid between us:
the second time you hurt,
the words of death,
the callous acts,
the crippling doubt,
the fear
of my feelings,
where you go when you leave,
the mundane & humdrum,
future worries,
past cares,
the way you light up mornings like my sun;
revealing a self I thought was long gone,
your pain.
But beauty can be found
in ugliness.
You know me better than you think
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Author:
rebmasters (
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Comments1
a haphazard and very raw, write - by design
kinda like our feelings: when we first encounter them..
an intriguing read, thanks for sharing
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