It all started with exchanging petty little things.
Soon he borrowed her heart but never gave it back.
As he left with it, the lender was left..
with a void too deep to fill and walls too dense to cross.
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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.
