Just Stop


She was beautiful
But

Knee deep
In the ugly of

Drugs
Alcohol

And
Promiscuirty

And I had
A candle of love

Almost dying
In the palm of

My hand
Waiting for her

To stop
Just stop

Not for her
But

For me
For us

Note: She is hurting and I know. But I hurt more than her just by looking at her destroying herself. I want her to know that I love her, even when she herself does not love her anymore. I want her to see and feel my love and forget everything and every past pain.

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