Black paper diary

For every love that died

Black paper diary
don't open your eyes just yet.
I still haven't figured out a way to fix your name in the sky.
so while you stand there with your hands over your eyes and a smile on your face, I'll wish I had all the right words to say at just the right times
words to fashion your regret into the snow you can't help but lose to the sun. and now I bare this burden
to mend every wound in her heart, piece together everything she's lost and somehow make her realize she is beautiful.
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