DAISY

"I have survived last night. I made it til the morning. But I don't know if this is good news for me or not..." She said. Her dark hair is as messy as her mind. Her eyes are as cold as the ice in her coffee. They're freezing, and I want them to melt. I …

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I’D WRITE ABOUT YOU

Maybe my words don't have value as much as yours... but I'd still write about you. I'd write about you on empty music sheets and dusky dawn, through the corners of an old hallway, through freezing glass windows on a Monday morning, through sunsets and good nights that were never said. I'd write about you …