Fear.. of betrayal hunts me every time.
This beautiful palace I called my heart is build by heavy hard and high walls.
it's hard to even willingly open for anyone. Rather alone a forced entry.
And there haven't been a single person in this palace in such a long time.
so I'm sorry that you must wait a long while for these gates to open up, if it ever will.
~note from the heart
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NOTE FROM THE HEART
Poésiehe was my moonlight. now every night is dark. ~note from the heart . #4 in poetry #26 in quotes #5 in poem. . I hope he sees this, as these were all the things I wished I said before he left. . this is what my broken heart, lost. soul, and generally...
