now the truth is
she couldn’t wait
not one more day
she didn’t care much for truth
funnily enough
just the lovely lyrical sound
of his voice
in harmony
with his hands
strumming through her
the notes crescendoing
like a landslide within her
heart beating, breath catching
hoping to reach the bridge
before crashing
complete
spent
finding truth in abandon
hoping he’d begin again
Beautiful.
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