Bother, but why?
Everytime I hear the words 'I promise' I cringe with lack of belief that it is even meant so why bother to raise the hopes that this time you can be true Everyday I still wait by my door hoping to see a shadow cross the lawn heralding your arrival and justifying my belief that maybe you do care afterall and my love is not wasted Everywhere I see memories of where you once sat or stood or laughed or stumbled when you felt I was important enough to bask in your presence and not just someone to mildly tolerate
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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...
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