READ ME
The note sits on the table,
Waiting for eyes to see,
It has words of love and hate,
That erupted for a fight,
It cries and bleeds ink of pain,
For the history it unfolds,
It written as a last resort,
Of someone that is bold,
Let it fly and let the heart pour,
For when the other lays eyes on this note,
They may die from inside,
For wasn’t was done was so cold.
Jixi Fox
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