And so it began with a kiss, the mirror was one sided. I beamed as your hidden intentions were kept from loves eyes. I emptied my soul into your glass, but your thirst was not quenched. Confused, I poured out even more, saving only my breath of life. It was then my mind became clear, as the intoxication waned and the smoke screen lifted. What was left of my dignity, I used to walk out of that door - not broken as youd hoped... but restored with a strengthened heart. - Vette 2014
Posted on: Tue, 01 Jul 2014 17:44:25 +0000
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