The scars on your chest from the attempt to overcome a broken heart are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen.
The trail of a single tear, which zig-zags with no purpose but the pull of the earth and its vital need for replenishment, makes me shed a tear of my own.
The faint light, barely recognizable in your eyes, is a sign of your struggle and will to resist.
Pull me into you, let me look deep inside and rescue any remaining hope and passion.
I’ll spark the flint and kiss you, and bring you back to life.
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