Pages
as I write this page
by the candlelight
the ending a mystery
hidden from sight
I jot down the secrets
that I've never told
when the day was hot
but the wind blows cold
many promises broken
angry words that were said
in the heat of anger
things I didn't confess
the pages of love
the ink that's still wet
from the love that I feel
given without regret
the battle I waged
that was met with defeat
I would refight that war
although no easy feat
a chapter on heaven
a chapter on hell
although the latter
the place where I dwell
I've lost track of the pages
and where this all leads
drawing difficult conclusions
after numerous misleads
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