Do we have an unspoken deal?
One that doesn't allow us to love,
One that magically is going to help us heal?
You're dark souled, but gentle hearted
My vivid spirit, but empty feelings.
Broken, shattered glass since it started.
Our old souls can't feel anymore,
Glimmers of hope shine only occasionally,
Only to be shut out by a boarded up door.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 1:09 PM UTC
Do we have an unspoken deal?
One that doesn't allow us to love,
One that magically is going to help us heal?
You're dark souled, but gentle hearted
My vivid spirit, but empty feelings.
Broken, shattered glass since it started.
Our old souls can't feel anymore,
Glimmers of hope shine only occasionally,
Only to be shut out by a boarded up door.
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