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She desires

She desires a love that is pure and deep
only to find herself lying  in bed alone, feeling her nakedness with her hands
Because  she wants love – love that is real – love that moves mountains and overthrows life
but the world has so many thorns, too painful for  a rose.

I write about how broken

I write
about
how broken
you are
because
my heart
could
no longer
be
seen.