Your soul calls out to me, did Lethe make us forget? Who we were to each other?
Who are you?
It matters not, I reached you too late and our souls entwine, fingertips brush.. but I can never cross the ocean between us.
Despite all my words, all my 'wisdom' - my temper gets me into trouble.
I told you I wasn't good.
I told you that people would fail you, we both knew.
Yet you opened up because we asked and it was a crack, a slither of who you are.
But it was enough, it was enough.
I'm sorry I failed you. You should never trust anyone - but I wanted to be one of your exceptions.
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 9:10 PM UTC
Your soul calls out to me, did Lethe make us forget? Who we were to each other?
Who are you?
It matters not, I reached you too late and our souls entwine, fingertips brush.. but I can never cross the ocean between us.
Despite all my words, all my 'wisdom' - my temper gets me into trouble.
I told you I wasn't good.
I told you that people would fail you, we both knew.
Yet you opened up because we asked and it was a crack, a slither of who you are.
But it was enough, it was enough.
I'm sorry I failed you. You should never trust anyone - but I wanted to be one of your exceptions.
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