I hide behind my the spine of my books
Stories that I'll never live
About love I'll never feel
And battles I'll never fight
Bravery I can only dream of having
And passion that consumes the oceans in fire
I live in worlds that are not mine to own
Worlds where people do what they want
And say what they feel
Knowing that at the end of the last chapter
Everything is resolved
And everyone is where they should be
So at night I clutch the cold leather
And cling tightly to what I know
Coming to peace with never having what they have
And not being brave or passionate
And not having a neatly wrapped ending
Just an end... a sloppy end.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 1:01 PM UTC
I hide behind my the spine of my books
Stories that I'll never live
About love I'll never feel
And battles I'll never fight
Bravery I can only dream of having
And passion that consumes the oceans in fire
I live in worlds that are not mine to own
Worlds where people do what they want
And say what they feel
Knowing that at the end of the last chapter
Everything is resolved
And everyone is where they should be
So at night I clutch the cold leather
And cling tightly to what I know
Coming to peace with never having what they have
And not being brave or passionate
And not having a neatly wrapped ending
Just an end... a sloppy end.
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