darkness slips between my fingers, and demons twirl and prance around me, this is what i'm used to.
and then you came.
you asked me why i was sitting in the darkness, while the world was just beyond me.
you took my hand and the darkness evaporated, and the demons hissed and hid from you.
you are bright and happy and good.
i am dark and melancholy and pain.
the sun is not supposed to hold hands with the moon,
yet you did.
you still do.
the moon is not supposed to fall in love with the sun,
yet i did.
i still do.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
darkness slips between my fingers, and demons twirl and prance around me, this is what i'm used to.
and then you came.
you asked me why i was sitting in the darkness, while the world was just beyond me.
you took my hand and the darkness evaporated, and the demons hissed and hid from you.
you are bright and happy and good.
i am dark and melancholy and pain.
the sun is not supposed to hold hands with the moon,
yet you did.
you still do.
the moon is not supposed to fall in love with the sun,
yet i did.
i still do.
One person can change everything.
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