Tell me a story about how the shoe didn't fit; where she missed his longing stare, and when they couldn't hear three whispered words.
Tell me about the time where a kiss wasn't enough, the memories didn't return, and they never realized how they felt.
Surely you should know that love does not survive all obstacles. Love exists and thrives like a flame in an ocean. Not impossible, but not easily.
Tell me a story about a shattered heart that had to repair itself without help; where the poison killed too quickly for teary goodbyes, and he didn't make the right choice.
Show me the tainted fairytale behind every little white lie.
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The Book of Healing
PoetryShe's not okay, but writing it down helps. - Part I: It's time to rip off the band-aid. Poems: slam, traditional, free-verse. The first twenty are not up to par with the others, but this is an ongoing journey so I feel the need to include them...
