I'll keep the bodies in boxes I'll keep the emotions in bottles They're bound to be found, One day. Until then I'll hide them. Keep them safe. In case if I need them later. But the bottles will crack. They'll be found. They'll be seen. Loud and clear. Like, little bursts of explosions, And no explosion is ever good.
If everything was gone, would living without crying be easier? please stop, don't be so kind whatever i do i cant understand. WHY CAN'T I UNDERSTAND YOU? If everything was gone, If I was gone, would dying while smiling be easier?