How is it...
Your smiles give me a reason to live.
But,
Your words come all too quick.
And they're never there to comfort,
Or console.
Always clawing at what hurts the most.
Hopefully, there is room for me to still hope
That there are good reasons for this
That
Your heart is just waiting for someone else to fill the emptiness.
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