my love for you is like a book with stolen pages
beautiful words erased
deleted lines…replaced
everything’s torn from the very bind
words rewritten that were never mine
an unknown author with a tale of a broken heart
spends his lonely days with nowhere to start
his pen runs dry
there’s nothing more to capture
in this tragic love story without its final chapter
Earth To Ash 
Sad and so beautiful
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Thank you. This was a tough poem at the time. But time heals. Read it again and wanted to reshare it. Glad you liked it. Take care.
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Time does heal. It sure does. Take good care.
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