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Jan 2015
I'm a moth to your flame,
A insect to your light.
I'm a flower to your rain,
A star in your night.
I'm a soul who is attracted to you,
A naive invisible being.
I wouldn't have friends if it wasn't for you,
A lonely, imaginary thing.
Your eyes stared into my soul,
Never have I felt so naked.
Your laugh warmed me from the cold,
My heart ran itself ragged.
My mind screamed at me to run,
I am blind and deaf to it.
I ran towards you and the fun,
Ignoring all of the signs and wit.
I jumped happily in your arms,
Your hands felt good on my back.
I didn't know that you would cause harm,
You were preparing for your attack.
You slowly turned for the worst,
You had your hands around my neck.
My tears had burst,
My heart was in a wreck.
You killed me so slowly,
You didn't leave a trace.
Your arms now wrapped me painfully,
There's a mask over my face.
Oh the pain,
Oh the hurt.
My tears fell like the rain,
Yet my heart feels empty like the desert.
A fatal attraction it was,
I should have seen it coming.
I should have seen your flaws,
Seen through your lies and cunning.
However I have no regrets,
Because I have finally lived.
It was me who made my own bed,
It was time to lay in it.
Hinata
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