I have always used words to fill the gaps in my existance
I used them to communicate the sadness I have suffered
I have used the page to bleed my broken heart onto
Untill there was nothing left to bleed out.
I can write about all those times I felt pain.
A strange sort of therapy I never understood.
I can fill pages of the past.
But when it comes too you
I can't find the words
If I could I would write a love song
It would be about you
It would be the last thing I ever write.
I think you know this too.
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