Nightingale
A midnight full of potential that lets me down without notice.
I've touched eternity without admission in hopes of a reprieve from a destiny that eluded me.
A shade of blue that masks suicide from within.
Love couldn't save her from herself. Love won't save me.
I purchased a romance that was out of my price range.
Destiny as it seems holds a grudge against those less fortunate.
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