Queen Of Lace

My teacher.

you saw a love for writing somewhere in me I couldn’t see.

you asked me to write for you if I couldn’t write for myself

so I did

I wrote and wrote and wrote for you. until I couldn’t find you anymore. you were buried deep under all the papers.

I never possessed anything lovely before and I kept even this to myself

I dont believe in religion but I believe in you and I believe you were drawn into my life to give me something

and you have since gave me my favorite thing

the thing im always drawn back to

I had since left you in the dust

under all

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those papers

to come back to just check on how the person who gave me hope was doing

I see that your pencil has since stopped writing

and your emotions for me stopped flowing

but that’s okay

you were once the teacher

and now you’ve become the student

and I’m here for you

and we have a lot to catch up on

though all in my head

and you’ll never know

this is how I feel

just like you never knew , the impact you had on me until it was far - too late. long gone

but in my head solace

was what I had when you thought I had died