Only Love


There is no amount of time or space. No new beginnings or fresh starts. Her walls are made of the thickest ice. She hides behind the bitter cold. You stand there watching, waiting for some shred of light, a peek of hope. But, only love can get through. And, her heart is a picky thing. There is only one that’ll be let in. I hope you understand.

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2 comments

  1. Purpleanais · January 4

    Brilliant! (that so used to be me)

    Liked by 1 person

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