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stuck in the same place over and over I'm growing tired faded, to look at the other end A non-existent thread, to yours— bled red something I put up tying to mine to yours— an invisible line For once I am lost for words, hollow, empty of a shell with no home as we are living in different worlds I will never see you by the doorstep We're like two matchsticks you used to burn up my flames my eyes lit up looking at you— burning with passion wasting no gasoline, my heart you filled up the brim — now it's a heart burnout I used to hold on and vision it clearly up ahead with you holding my tired hand with me looking up to smile my heart used to race a thousand mile how is it now this came too soon? now it's just faded a scene that's white noise filled you're fading to black quickly For once I don't see you standing on the other side I've held loose of the rope I'm no longer scared or anxious of what we will come about A future without you with these feelings wavering— How come I vision this clearly? A story with no ‘we’— An ending page and from the beginning that's where we're supposed to stand in line
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC
burnout
stuck in the same place over and over I'm growing tired faded, to look at the other end A non-existent thread, to yours— bled red something I put up tying to mine to yours— an invisible line For once I am lost for words, hollow, empty of a shell with no home as we are living in different worlds I will never see you by the doorstep We're like two matchsticks you used to burn up my flames my eyes lit up looking at you— burning with passion wasting no gasoline, my heart you filled up the brim — now it's a heart burnout I used to hold on and vision it clearly up ahead with you holding my tired hand with me looking up to smile my heart used to race a thousand mile how is it now this came too soon? now it's just faded a scene that's white noise filled you're fading to black quickly For once I don't see you standing on the other side I've held loose of the rope I'm no longer scared or anxious of what we will come about A future without you with these feelings wavering— How come I vision this clearly? A story with no ‘we’— An ending page and from the beginning that's where we're supposed to stand in line
180629; 11:12 PM {nj.b}
#heart#broken#tired#hurt#pain#unrequited#love#njb#helloji
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC
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