Did our wicks burn too long
Did I melt you down with my flame
Did our candles melt with our passion
Is our love still burning
Or did we douse the flame
Either way, what bliss it was
And was bliss it might still be
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Words Best Left Unsaid
PoetryLet's be honest. Some words are better left unsaid, these..these are my words that shouldn't have been said. Some of these I know are not perfect, but they are mine. My thoughts and pain I have been though, I will not apologize for speaking my truth...
