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Kelly Anne Jan 2018
She was a story
She taught you how to love
How to hate
She taught you who you are
But she’s fake

I’m not a story
But I’m an open book
I could teach you the same and more
If you just take time to take a look

I’m not a perfectly planned
Perfectly worded
Problems solved story

I’m a book, a cracked spine book
Ripped pages, words washed away by tears
A little broken but depth and meaning and layers
Wishes, hopes and dreams but held back by fear
Kelly Anne Jan 2018
I saw the fire,
From the depth of her soul
Radiate through the glass that encased her eyes
Within she holds
A companion, a friend, a few jokers
A mom, sister and brother
A father, a helper, an enemy
An acquaintance and a lover

But fire still kindled in those eyes
The flames burned through the souls
Of supporters, still supporting
But no longer feel whole
Their still cheering, wishing,
Dreaming for you to come back
But with your fiery eyes,
You attack

Fire can’t burn forever
Your ways will come to an end
But what we are asking is
will it be too late, then

— The End —