Does she love the idea of love? Of course not. It had made her a bitter lunatic living on the fact that you could sell love for free and get high off of life.
She sells love like she sells souls for free.
You knew that there was hope didn’t you but you didn’t think that you could be loved although you were already didn’t you? You were selfish and unforgiving of your past transgressions and of yourself. I blame you for that….
A military brat…. Hooray. they just wanted more and all you had to do was join the military knowing that you did it for yourself and other people…. I missed you for that and I began to hate you and waited for you outside.
Men wear many masks,
But also, so do women.
The muse of dance, song and visions just weeps and weeps in the city of bones till twilight hit.
And does anybody know that I like to map and trace the birthmarks on your back that were my constellation of stars beyond infinity?
Go wherever the light follows emotionally to save your mortal soul….
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