Thoughts through thorns

Thoughts through thorns

All is fair in love, and war, I’ve heard. I never knew war lived in love too. These days, I’m beginning to doubt. Since when did those promises grow wings? Those feelings, that fire, why doesn’t it burn anymore? Perhaps it’s just me or my heart that just can’t see. Pour me your water, I’ll love to drink.

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