THE LETTERS YOU WILL NEVER READ 8

So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. Instead, they were all pieces.

Only when fitted together, edge to edge, could they even begin to tell the whole story…

I keep running to avoid expressing my feelings…..

so I  ran,

In defense of my fragile dreams

woebegone, helpless and broken

back to where it all began

growls and sighs,

sweet pleasured screams

what souls have spoken

can never come undone

love rests in my eyes, in the moon

who somehow, somehow

still

defies the sun……….

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