it sneaks up on you,
like the flu;
it doesn't provide an invitation
it comes and goes,
and could either break you or complete you;
it's not something to play with,
or throw around like a toy
because it's precious
cherish when you have it
look for it when you don't
it's something that everyone wants,
but not what everyone needs
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sour hearts catered by hopeful souls | editing!
Poetryshe was a burned soul; inflamed by your euphoric lies believing that if she never told, she'd forget your soundless goodbye ▪▪ - LITTLE TO NO EDITING, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE GRAMMAR CORRECTIONS - | lowercase & no periods intended |
