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Walking unsteadily around feeling her way as a blind person Searching and shifting for someones face Upon the discovery of His Who did this to you? In the naked darkness, the feeling of  being evaluated pushes it’s way in from all sides Shuffling of her feet and eyes bruised with the knowledge Who did this to you love? Black circles of burned tears words that tears like a broken saw muttered under the breath of melancholy I did Darling, but you’re bleeding! Tacitly avoiding his words Upon the memory of his sagacious mind Born of the moonlight, She knows when to avoid the brooding stillness Why did you do this? And as the palpitating silence lengthened The white cloth he has strategically placed is painted with red and a protest already wavering on her lips As his fingers were gently laid upon her soul I wanted to clear my mind of a thousand memories Scratching her nails into the painted milky white flesh His hands searching for hers Asking for her dripping hands They are my battle wounds And who, may I ask, were you battling? The rippling questions pulling her further away Soundless words only little more than a whisper Desperately pulling the strings of her heart The wounds, almost a piece of fragile art Myself Don’t loose yourself, take my hand, let me guide you I don’t want to be a burden The blood that trickles down her arms betrays what her words are meant to portray And as the piercing sounds were spoken from his mouth Seriousness lurked in the depths of his eyes Sweetheart, you are only a burden to yourself. Carefully pulling each red stained cloth of her body Exposing the ragged contour Withdrawing herself is what she does best but he has a hold of her heart as he examines every inch of broken skin How can I trust you? Here, take my hand. He readily grasped her icing cold fingers and dug them into his chest, till she was left with his heart in her hands The red warm liquids mixing with her own stained violet bruises She suddenly remembered what it felt like to feel the heartbeat of another person *You wanted to clear you mind of memories, but in the meantime you forgot love.*
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
Self-destructing doubts
Walking unsteadily around feeling her way as a blind person Searching and shifting for someones face Upon the discovery of His Who did this to you? In the naked darkness, the feeling of  being evaluated pushes it’s way in from all sides Shuffling of her feet and eyes bruised with the knowledge Who did this to you love? Black circles of burned tears words that tears like a broken saw muttered under the breath of melancholy I did Darling, but you’re bleeding! Tacitly avoiding his words Upon the memory of his sagacious mind Born of the moonlight, She knows when to avoid the brooding stillness Why did you do this? And as the palpitating silence lengthened The white cloth he has strategically placed is painted with red and a protest already wavering on her lips As his fingers were gently laid upon her soul I wanted to clear my mind of a thousand memories Scratching her nails into the painted milky white flesh His hands searching for hers Asking for her dripping hands They are my battle wounds And who, may I ask, were you battling? The rippling questions pulling her further away Soundless words only little more than a whisper Desperately pulling the strings of her heart The wounds, almost a piece of fragile art Myself Don’t loose yourself, take my hand, let me guide you I don’t want to be a burden The blood that trickles down her arms betrays what her words are meant to portray And as the piercing sounds were spoken from his mouth Seriousness lurked in the depths of his eyes Sweetheart, you are only a burden to yourself. Carefully pulling each red stained cloth of her body Exposing the ragged contour Withdrawing herself is what she does best but he has a hold of her heart as he examines every inch of broken skin How can I trust you? Here, take my hand. He readily grasped her icing cold fingers and dug them into his chest, till she was left with his heart in her hands The red warm liquids mixing with her own stained violet bruises She suddenly remembered what it felt like to feel the heartbeat of another person *You wanted to clear you mind of memories, but in the meantime you forgot love.*
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
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