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May 2013
When you had seen me lying on the ground with a stone cold heart.
Just trying to get away from you.
I didn't want you to see me.
With red warm tears striking my scarred face.
You come towards me.
You wipe my tears, they stain your hands.
I scream.
I realize your arms are wrapped around me, holding me tightly.
Color fades in both our eyes.
Life surrounded by black and white.
Wanting to see again.
I kissed my unwanted savior.
It became more clear.
Color now flooding back into vision.
I now understand..
A light broke our bitter sweetΒ Β moment.
I cry as I kneel to a dead rose.
Picking up fallen memories, broken tears and shattered hearts.
I try to fix all of the pieces I have left behind.
All theres left is...
Blood, Tears and me.
And you just there.
You always have and always will.
Written by
Casaria NightShade  Not tellin' you, stalker.
(Not tellin' you, stalker.)   
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