i gathered pen and paper pure
to write of love
of this i’m sure
all words poured forth
in perfect prose
the why of separate roads we chose
of all the things i never said
and all of which i wanted.
i wake each morning from my bed
alone and cold and haunted.
~ beautflstranger 2013
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