Shadows on the walls
even in the prettiest shades
in the arch that stretches
from dawn to dusk;
I see the dark of day.
It is in moments such as these
where I need you the most
to read every single thing
I've ever wrote about you;
my words act as the horrors host.
This sense of
unrelenting security
is it truth or foley?
for it is hard
to teach me to run
if you dear
are only crawling
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 3:28 PM UTC
Shadows on the walls
even in the prettiest shades
in the arch that stretches
from dawn to dusk;
I see the dark of day.
It is in moments such as these
where I need you the most
to read every single thing
I've ever wrote about you;
my words act as the horrors host.
This sense of
unrelenting security
is it truth or foley?
for it is hard
to teach me to run
if you dear
are only crawling
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