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blackrainboots Jan 2017
you float like the particles i use, to try to wipe away the pain. although, i must admit, you do a better job of cleaning than i ever did; cleaning the stories from my past that have been stained red. you've read the blood-soaked tales as if they were your own. you dreamt my nightmares with me, turning each one into a beautiful song, a song that still echoes through my mind at night, when i think of you. and i think of you, most nights. you dance through my thoughts, throwing your beauty my way, and sometimes i try to catch it. i try to catch the sunlight that shines off your soul and reflects into mine, finally bringing it some light. the darkness, it's been covering it for far too long, and now finally, your beautiful makes me want to try. i try so maybe someday i could be as beautiful as you. because you are, so beautiful
blackrainboots Jan 2017
Paper butterflies
with cream and white
fluttering wings

Rapidly beating hearts
against fragile chests,
they float
around rooms

Rooms covered with
memories from
the past
a past that
can no longer
be remembered

Soft whispers of
a forgotten song
now only left to be
lost music notes
and an abandoned harmony

Paper butterlies float
trying to find remnants of
a life they once knew
trying to find a place to belong
inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=70p3WpFGn18

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