Oct 2014
We bended to fit into each other.
Lodge ourselves between white sheets turned to black;
In hope that maybe our eyes would rip each other apart and make home within our hearts.
But we were not like wildfire.
We were a mere match that slowly burnt away;
Never to be reignited.
Lodge ourselves between white sheets turned to black;
In hope that maybe our eyes would rip each other apart and make home within our hearts.
But we were not like wildfire.
We were a mere match that slowly burnt away;
Never to be reignited.
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