Dreams
You were chasing dreams that were beyond your reach so you laid in unmade beds with bed whose touches you could not feel, which made you lie till the lies became your truths and the truths became your stories. You wear the scars and carried the weapons to tend to the heart that is no longer yours. And cried the tears of someone you longer knew to fix what is left but what is left is nothing but ...
Saturday 7th September 2019 2:08 am
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