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You make me bleed, If only I learnt how to paint you with it, This would be worth it. You make my heart ache, If only I could turn this into art, I would find a way to keep you safe Without endangering my fragile beats. You make me love you, If only I could turn you into poetry, And have people appreciate my love, And not object, I would. But I can't. So now my pen lays there, The paper waits to be caressed, The words remain lost in the echoes inside my head Pleading you to come back. But no amount of words I write Will be louder than this worldly hate, 5+5 makes 10 so does 2+8 So why do they have to wrong us To prove they are correct I guess only a broken soul can hear The sound a breaking heart makes, You heard mine, for that I'm glad, But you are gone now The words now fall, Only to get rusted and forgotten, You made me hear The silent lullaby the night sky sang to its lover earth But now without you here, It grows quieter every night. Please, somewhere at some point meet me again
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
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You make me bleed, If only I learnt how to paint you with it, This would be worth it. You make my heart ache, If only I could turn this into art, I would find a way to keep you safe Without endangering my fragile beats. You make me love you, If only I could turn you into poetry, And have people appreciate my love, And not object, I would. But I can't. So now my pen lays there, The paper waits to be caressed, The words remain lost in the echoes inside my head Pleading you to come back. But no amount of words I write Will be louder than this worldly hate, 5+5 makes 10 so does 2+8 So why do they have to wrong us To prove they are correct I guess only a broken soul can hear The sound a breaking heart makes, You heard mine, for that I'm glad, But you are gone now The words now fall, Only to get rusted and forgotten, You made me hear The silent lullaby the night sky sang to its lover earth But now without you here, It grows quieter every night. Please, somewhere at some point meet me again
AthousandMidnightEpiphanies
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AthousandMidnightEpiphanies
20/F/Indian
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
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