The pain of which light up like fireworks
bursting out everywhere
feeling every last spark of which flies and dies
it cannot be strained and forgotten
The bond of which was severed
the one which was sacred and important
protected through all misery of wrong
its a flesh wound that's cut open
and way too strong
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
The pain of which light up like fireworks
bursting out everywhere
feeling every last spark of which flies and dies
it cannot be strained and forgotten
The bond of which was severed
the one which was sacred and important
protected through all misery of wrong
its a flesh wound that's cut open
and way too strong
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