MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

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I’m in love with something dead, in my head….

I convinced myself on bookshelves I wasn’t

in love on golf clubs,  but, yes,  after you passed,

cast aside, hard, cold,  crumbled in ash, my

heart stashed, this was the final good bye

to souls lost, found on the other side, dyed

in smudges and judges, my only hope

for you is that you find a different

heart from the start, a Valentine to

drape you in red, to open up that

box, and you let HER in just because

she wasn’t me, never was, and now

I know because I let you go…….

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