She loved him she used to say.
But she couldn't deal with the absence of four walls he failed to provide.
He suffered as much as her but he never complained.
Because to him his home had a beating heart & two eyes.
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Dead Ends
PoetrySometimes it's not about the end. It's just about the story. A collection of four liners that I wrote which didn't have the oh-so-perfect endings. Well because life doesn't offer each and everyone the fairytale endings they grew up listening to.
