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all i have
Love.
What i know is;
its as faulty as it is perfect
cruel as it is kind
surviving on meagre offerings
Leaving small tokens of immense value
Little things are all i have.
They are glimpses of the sun
On dark, dark days.
they too are being stolen from me
One by one
Each loss pushing me further into darkness
so dim now i have to go by feel.
One hand guarding the last flickers
The other combing the walls.
the loss is devastating
The fight to survive the cold
wearing hope down
All i have are these little things
Take them away and all thats left is obligation
Numbness takes it hold ever tighter squeezing
a heart lies stunned and freezing
Waiting for loves rescue heart broken
And all i hear are the words "petty tokens"
not worth the heart they are written on...
And the dark got even darker.
A Dark Place
Sometimes there seems to be no light at all, then a new day dawns and well, not so bright, but not black as black either. Hang in there. Change is also a verb. One big empathetic hug ~Stella~
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Thanks Allets for the hug
Thanks Allets for the hug and for reading my daft drafts and other heart splatters :) you. Really are a Pp treasure xo hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."