I borrowed love from many others
through dreams escaped reality
with memories fresh, each night another
brush with love, duplicity
The leading man in plots of pleasure
through worn pages spared no tears
and so on other's love depended
to fill my broken heart for years
The changes slow, incremental
hardness chiseled down with time
my heart became more sentimental
intrigued by love, my life confined
Youthful years spent bitter-hearted
through other lives found saving grace
the sadness from my heart departed
until love found a gentler place
Still here alone but never lonely
still wheel-chair bound behind the stage
I borrow love from many others
my life I live between each page.
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