I write of lost love, of unrequited serenity,
of guilty pleasures, quick glances,
of touches and feels
I complete your soul, your desires
by writing mine down.
I write of cravings, nibbles and shorts
that lets you see what I feel,
that lets you accept what you've denied to.
I fill your voids.
I write of broken things, broken people and broken hearts,
of scars and wounds that may never fade or heal,
but I give you hope O' dear readers,
that you're not alone in this ordeal,
I give you peace, calm and music of words, so sleep dearly at nights,
by my lullabies.
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