Your heart was an empty shell,
you wrote to fill it up.

Your life was dark and bleak,
You wrote to shine a light.

You lived in a lonely world,
Characters you built were for company.

Your stories were sad and heavy,
You shared them to wane the pain.

Then you found him.

The missing jigsaw piece.

Every smile was a brilliant ray,
Illuminating every nook and crevice.

His company was all company you’d lacked,
There was no more reason to bother your pen.

But he was there for the words and tales,
And as they faded away, so did he.

Then you

Now you’re bent over a pad,
but can’t seem to find a word.

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