Poetry is Not For The Faint Hearted

There is no need to cry for me my dear, I will always love you.

But lately, it has been hard.

No one has crashed and burned and been busted and broken as much as I have.

So ride that white horse, gallop along my prince charming, I know you will find me one day.

Among those birds, flying up to heaven, to see your angelic face.

I love you my dear.

Believe me when I say I want you.

I don’t want a fairytale, I just want you.

Signed, Ophelia

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