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With you, everything I thought was an ending Has become a beginning All the pain All the suffering I’d relive every broken minute Every cut Every lonely night Every reckless encounter If only to have a brief moment of you And your golden brown eyes That have seen such darkness but ******* I see the sun dance across them Like a beacon of hope Every scar Every tattoo Where you display your pain On the canvas of your tired body Only deepens my love for you I wish I could be for you All you’ve been for me A life giving rain I’ll tend to all those abandoned flowers You hide deep in your brain Even neglected, they are so beautiful Sometimes I can see them blooming when you speak They’re roses I can see them right behind that spark in your eyes That you keep locked away Because your heart is tainted dark with shame But, my love, with a little rain A touch of sunlight And a few warm words I can mend them They’ll bloom so no one can ever deny they’re there Not even you. You are not decayed You are not a lost cause You are not depraved This is not the ending This is our real beginning You are no longer Loveless
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC
Loveless
With you, everything I thought was an ending Has become a beginning All the pain All the suffering I’d relive every broken minute Every cut Every lonely night Every reckless encounter If only to have a brief moment of you And your golden brown eyes That have seen such darkness but ******* I see the sun dance across them Like a beacon of hope Every scar Every tattoo Where you display your pain On the canvas of your tired body Only deepens my love for you I wish I could be for you All you’ve been for me A life giving rain I’ll tend to all those abandoned flowers You hide deep in your brain Even neglected, they are so beautiful Sometimes I can see them blooming when you speak They’re roses I can see them right behind that spark in your eyes That you keep locked away Because your heart is tainted dark with shame But, my love, with a little rain A touch of sunlight And a few warm words I can mend them They’ll bloom so no one can ever deny they’re there Not even you. You are not decayed You are not a lost cause You are not depraved This is not the ending This is our real beginning You are no longer Loveless
To the man who showed me what it means to love
kennedy-cosette
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC
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