She was the light.
She was my light.
I don't have a light of my own.
She was the light.
But she's putting herself out.
And I can't stop it.
She's left me in a dark room.
With no windows.
I didn't have a light before her.
I lost that light.
She was the light.
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Words Left Unsaid
Poesiabook i have to write for school mostly vent poetry or other stuff trigger warnings possible
