Like the beauty of a candle flicker
Yet to the touch it would burn
Like the smell of the red rose
But to hold too tight would cut
One day I am in the white world
The next I'm in the black
With you most days are grey
All emotions yearn to love you so
Yet loving you only brings pain
For a face so delicious, a mind so cruel
Did I deserve or even ask for it?
I feel lost, now, tomorrow and always
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Writing has been my friend since a teenager...I laugh, cry, think, pretend, smile as I do it. I feel that I communicate better through my writing as in person I can appear a tad scatty.
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