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Here's a poetic division for a boy who caused a dozen, A dozen expectations and a bucket of hope. But was I hopeless? Yes, I was, and it felt tight like a strangling rope. If I could count those glances and stares that you threw, I would. To me they're unexplainable but I know there is a meaning. Those dark orbs of yours sometimes lighten and a shade of grey, They keep taunting me, under pressure, made my heart beating. Sweet talk, sweet words, sweet nothings. How come they zoned out to be a foul? There is nothing to blame, not even my challenged reputations. Afterall, it did not matter, because you made me fall. I cannot forget your hints, they're all stuck in my head. Every little word you say is quite tangible. But I regret everything, all the unsolved puzzles, This memory is the worst and surely unforgettable. Your label's blank, erased, and unnamed, I had scorched down my crown and of course, my ability. As fragile and broken as a cracked vase, Blue boy, you should know that you're nothing to me.
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 3:09 AM UTC
"Sweet Talk, Sweet Words, Sweet Nothings"
Here's a poetic division for a boy who caused a dozen, A dozen expectations and a bucket of hope. But was I hopeless? Yes, I was, and it felt tight like a strangling rope. If I could count those glances and stares that you threw, I would. To me they're unexplainable but I know there is a meaning. Those dark orbs of yours sometimes lighten and a shade of grey, They keep taunting me, under pressure, made my heart beating. Sweet talk, sweet words, sweet nothings. How come they zoned out to be a foul? There is nothing to blame, not even my challenged reputations. Afterall, it did not matter, because you made me fall. I cannot forget your hints, they're all stuck in my head. Every little word you say is quite tangible. But I regret everything, all the unsolved puzzles, This memory is the worst and surely unforgettable. Your label's blank, erased, and unnamed, I had scorched down my crown and of course, my ability. As fragile and broken as a cracked vase, Blue boy, you should know that you're nothing to me.
Wrote this at 2am and it felt good lol :)
feathernoises
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 3:09 AM UTC
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