lit a fire with the intent of burning the world; but ran away when its blazing flames turned gold. *Sandoval
tasted of burnt galaxies, and broken promises. The perfect combination for prolonged tragedies.. *Sandoval
you and I were never meant to be, then why does it hurt this much to set you free.. *Sandoval
He was a
blank book. With my ink of sonnets, I gave him a story, syllables full of stars. I made him readable, interesting, intriguing. But, the last thing that ever crossed my mind, was that sitting there, on that shelf, I also made him reachable. *Sandoval
universe hung from the tip of his fingers. As he played my constellations to rhythm of his own selfish desires. He created the moon to tame me, and the stars to make me believe in his magic. But he forgot one thing, his sun gave me fire, and his strings gave me strength. My galaxies at last, had no lengths. *Sandoval
see it in his eyes. He was leaving soon, and it was too late to try. She wanted to scream "stay," but in their silence, she understood it was goodbye. *Sandoval
dawns on me. The cold of the air, suffocates my bones. I look outside and flowers are blooming in. I'm slowly dying inside these four walls. I love you, but as I watch you leave, time slowly falls, and I drop to my knees. *Sandoval
My heart beats a thousand times faster,
only for the reason Of you breathing through me. And if it wasn't for you and the kiss of life onto my lips, I would have myself strangled this weak heart and left it to die. So don't ask me why it runs when you put your lips on mine. For your lips are the only thing that has kept me going through these pains.
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He held on
But not to her She fell straight to the ground Feeling lost and hurt She loved He hated Everything that was in her head But yet still laid with her in bed He hated everything she wanted to be She was blind By love that wasn't give back in return A rose died that day Along with her love She took it all back He never realized it yet
I wrote this thinking about a couple of things from the past.
for forsakens sake. tenderness felt two souls memorized in a haze deadly utopia a gentle demeanor of 'just stay' mouthed by a particular ghost. insignia... the secret."