The kind of kindness you need not to ask for.
I'm no human, I am no virtue of yours.
I only seek refuge from the blistering sun,
And speak of tales of love beneath the trees.
As if you understood me at all.
As if' you even listen to anything other then your dying thoughts.
As if these signs mean anything at all!
Or I'm to give them time?
Or slowly morph into the sick reality,that's been playing in my mind?
Tying our hands behind our backs, reclaiming the bee from the pawn.
I can I be anything to someone,
I could be the girl, I could be the whore,and I could be the child.
But is it who,of which you desire from your dreamer.
When you will take anyone,only,if they take you.
There's always a chance.
There's always a feeling.
I must hold back.
What am I thinking...
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC
The kind of kindness you need not to ask for.
I'm no human, I am no virtue of yours.
I only seek refuge from the blistering sun,
And speak of tales of love beneath the trees.
As if you understood me at all.
As if' you even listen to anything other then your dying thoughts.
As if these signs mean anything at all!
Or I'm to give them time?
Or slowly morph into the sick reality,that's been playing in my mind?
Tying our hands behind our backs, reclaiming the bee from the pawn.
I can I be anything to someone,
I could be the girl, I could be the whore,and I could be the child.
But is it who,of which you desire from your dreamer.
When you will take anyone,only,if they take you.
There's always a chance.
There's always a feeling.
I must hold back.
What am I thinking...
The was about a friend who was suicidal and drained the light from my hands
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