These wrists turn,
Your eyes are glazed, laced with disapointment.
Bones are easily broken, time can atest to this.
Hearts heal - I can atest to this.
Forgive me, my love.
Forgive me, this broken promise.
- Char|ey
- things can only get better from here...I promise to love you with my entire being, if you love me too. My heart is a small thing, my chest has a hole in it darker than the darkest night. But it's getting better - slowly. Until then, I'll write. End.
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