An Ode for Alexandria
Tears roll down my cheeks when I think about it. A pen in my hand but I swear, this time around I cannot find the words to pen this down.
But here goes nothing…
There were nights I thought this was the end. I couldn't see the future; I thought that's all she wrote, I swear at times it seemed rather opaque. But if I cry then what message do I send? Somehow I thought this was the only way to remedy my own heart ache.
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