Maybe
HerThe girl with the
torn, tattered notebook
Who felt lost
Who only saw the broken fairytales,
loved,adorded, trusted
that boy.
That boy that surrounded her with light
which made her feel real
which protected her,
and it made her feel loved,
in her cold, silent life.
And she listened to that boy
Until his beautiful face
vanished in the night,
behind a light of love.
and he drifted away
to a better world
where the could maybe be together.
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