She slided her fingers over the words written
as clear as crystal on the side of her hospital bed where she had been.
"I'll be right beside you when you finally wake up, Love Freddie"
Her remedy was nowhere to be seen.
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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.
