It was love
A beautiful, full kind of love
The kind of love that you read about in books
A love that fills you to the brim so that you can
No longer feel empty
A love that makes you forget everything bad
A love that takes your breath away
The type of love that we had
Then it wasn't
Then it was tears and blood and sorrow
The kind of tears that makes you feel completely empty
A deep red blood that can't be covered by a bandage
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
