It was a love story-my words
My conversations in the dark
It wasn't real though
Even though the love, pain and torture of writing it was so real
It couldn't be anything but made up
You became the voice that filled my surroundings
When you spoke-Telling me it is real
The love for her, the soul destroying pain
That sometimes longing for her brings you
And this voice telling me-bringing my words to life
Repeating my words back to me
Filled me with a deep sadness
For I was the writer of this story
So why can't I write them together
Valerie Masters
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