"fiction" - m.k

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no word is strong

yet gentle enough

to convey what i feel

for you


you hold so much back

while i pour out my heart


i want to go back

and live in the moments

when you looked at me

with loving eyes


now all i see

is pain radiating

from your careful soul


all i've done

is stolen a couple beats from your heart

and left you in an ocean of guilt

for breaking mine

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