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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