he made a game
of song titles
just to hear
my sigh and
see my smile and
deep down
i knew
that behind his smile
there lay a
long, broken path
that led
to a blackhole
and this blackhole
was his mind.
and as the
days died, died, died
so did he.
he stopped his
game
and i started
to realize
that the game was
not about the songs or
my sighs
but instead it
was about a
cry for help
that i never heard
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
he made a game
of song titles
just to hear
my sigh and
see my smile and
deep down
i knew
that behind his smile
there lay a
long, broken path
that led
to a blackhole
and this blackhole
was his mind.
and as the
days died, died, died
so did he.
he stopped his
game
and i started
to realize
that the game was
not about the songs or
my sighs
but instead it
was about a
cry for help
that i never heard
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