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he saw you there, standing with your head held up high he saw you there, holding on to your pride. voices scratching inside of your mind telling you weren't scared—or at least that's what you thought. glimmer of hope enlighten this sorrow path path full of broken memories, screaming in your mind your feet are bleeding in cause of shattered dreams but your feet keep on stepping, slowly but surely. "No one can see this path," your mind whispers as you tip-toed. little did you know, he saw you. he saw your pain, the way you drag yourself when you walk he noticed the dim of fright in your eyes as you talk. slowly, slowly, he reached out to your waves of black and white. "I know what you've been through," he said "let me help you." words blown right across your cheek, felt like as in haven for the first time. you felt safe. but no, you can't. that little demon in your head tells you're a detonator—you can never lay down on someone they might explode with you. you just shook your head and say, "Don't. I don't want you to bleed like I did." the same time as this detonator explodes into spectrum of misadventures, already choking on its pride.
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Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 11:15 AM UTC
her little farewell (for him.)
he saw you there, standing with your head held up high he saw you there, holding on to your pride. voices scratching inside of your mind telling you weren't scared—or at least that's what you thought. glimmer of hope enlighten this sorrow path path full of broken memories, screaming in your mind your feet are bleeding in cause of shattered dreams but your feet keep on stepping, slowly but surely. "No one can see this path," your mind whispers as you tip-toed. little did you know, he saw you. he saw your pain, the way you drag yourself when you walk he noticed the dim of fright in your eyes as you talk. slowly, slowly, he reached out to your waves of black and white. "I know what you've been through," he said "let me help you." words blown right across your cheek, felt like as in haven for the first time. you felt safe. but no, you can't. that little demon in your head tells you're a detonator—you can never lay down on someone they might explode with you. you just shook your head and say, "Don't. I don't want you to bleed like I did." the same time as this detonator explodes into spectrum of misadventures, already choking on its pride.
#love#feelings#pain#memories#dreams#demon#pride#affection#misadventure#blackandwhite
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Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 11:15 AM UTC
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