Love is a tender spot
Unless you let someone in,
you are dead.
That a hole, where you covered up
is reveiled to Love and the world.
That while you morn,
another love is dying,
that death will always be waiting.
He will not give you a sign, but a note,
that you ignore intil is finally happens.
Then you want to turn time back,
but you cant. Its over.
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