No longer will i only
write for you
I know there may never be a
final piece about you
But no longer
will you be my only muse
This broken piece I still carry
the one that fits in the empty
space of your heart
has grown too heavy
and it's time
to leave it be
The time has come
for me to mend my heart
without your name slipping through
its cracks
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC
No longer will i only
write for you
I know there may never be a
final piece about you
But no longer
will you be my only muse
This broken piece I still carry
the one that fits in the empty
space of your heart
has grown too heavy
and it's time
to leave it be
The time has come
for me to mend my heart
without your name slipping through
its cracks
