It Is

It is a dress that hangs in the back of my closet, away from the door
It is a ring hidden deep within a drawer
It is a sadness within my heart I fear I will never endure

It is a love letter stashed away for no one to see
It is a picture of us as happy as can be
It is a sentence to death, may my heart be cast into the sea

It is the hope that she might stumble upon my word, and believe

That love can heal all disease

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