I wrote songs for him
I wrote poetries for him
I kept him in this pages and
Loved him with all the words
But it took a while to know
He was the only sad song I composed
He was the only tearful verse in my poem
I realized
Paper also cuts and words
Wound you deeper you than blades
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YOU ARE READING
Your Remnants and Remorse
Poetrythe pieces you left behind, the ache you left behind.
