Love is a powerful thing.
It can conquer even the darkest of forces.
However, it's fragile.
Handle it as you would with a delicate flower.
As you would with a fragile piece of ceramic
for if you ever intend to let those you love fall,
They would shatter into thousands of cold, sharp blades of grief.
The one they trusted with their heart let them down,
Never to be repaired for another again.
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late night thoughts
Short Storya collection of random stories, poems, lyrics, etc. that fly into my head
