i never believed in tears
or drowning demons in drink
but when i met you
i understood
i understood
love songs
and slow-dancing
and why the soft touch
of kisses and
the holding of hands
are such beautiful things
and now i understand why
heartbreak sheds tears
and
how it feels
to fill an empty space
with the voice of a lover
long gone.
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Suicide Lane Cafe
Short StoryA collection of short stories, drabbles, and bizarre things.