One step after the other following each one attached by barb wire. Keys in hand, heavy weight weighing down my *******. One cold metal touch right in the cusp of my hand. The keys jingle jangle, jingle jangle, jingle jangle scraping the sheer layer of my skin. Hair viciously being pulled back by the wind... pulling and tugging never stopping when I say no. Truth be told he only stops until I fold. Hold my hand. To a frozen touch.
Sealed letters are hard to tear open They will never be as perfect as they were before they were broken The contents will never be revealed without crinkle or mar Only by rough edges is how we become who we are The only way to reach gifts unknown is to tear the seal little by little Is that supposed to be metaphorical? real love is not known till one suffers real pain If it does then i don't want it and i'd like to leave the contents unnamed.
Everybody sees is you And I’m the one who out of fit, Crowded howls for your attention I’m the one waiting for you, Now I am standing on the edge of your spotlight, Flashes and your designed smile Is weakling over my heart , There’s a chance I might disappear, Will you look for me,will you miss me Like the cherry blossoms misses spring, Like stars misses dark sky, Like winter misses snow, like soul misses a soul , or you would live like perfect fiction movie. W.E