The Scarlet Letter J

Love, to me has always stayed in fairy tales

The myths of angels and of men,

The tales of gods and then,

Love, to me has come when hatred fails,

And I look upon what it could be like

If all was well to the very end,

But love has been a whisper in the night

A foe to the light, not a lover but just a friend

And as lovely as the sound is

I want to see it in its purest

And the sound brings out the loudness

But I believe the sight will cure it

But you prefer the mirage to the real thing

Or the rooftop view to that of the basement ceiling.

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[Kim S.]

And the sound brings out the loudness
But I believe the sight will cure it
But you prefer the mirage to the real thing
Or the rooftop view to that of the basement ceiling.

love this part, this is an amazing write