She's looks blankly down the barrel of the gun
Not a single ounce of her being wants to run,putting up with the ping of fear for the ones she can't let disappear
Holds her head up high in the limelight
Yet let's it all go when shes alone with the spreading gorgeous yet dangerous bright fire within her heart,mind,and the spark that danced on her tongue
The words she let's lose are mindlessly part of the spitfire she's claimed to be
A mix of fire & ice that no one could understand
A hybrid of love,hate,hurt,and protection no one got to her one and only group of affection she radiated a sense of protective
Built up walls till she could find the right person to fix her rag doll heart
Didn't have to be romantic just a sense of love she knew would stay
Her mind didn't even have a clue that friendship had that power too
She stares smugly down the barrel of the gun no fear no regret just doing what she wants and protecting the ones she loves
No doubt now she Knows she's loved
The healing stitches in her heart are proof that love comes in many forms all powerful and all capable of magical things
Differences
A boy or girl
Friendship or relationship
A hand to hold or lips to kiss
Similarities
Stands by your side
Holds you up at your weakest point
Laughs can't be held back
No matter the relation all love has some comparison.
~Tanna
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Project Feel
Non-Fiction"Written words speak when your voice fails" I started this project almost two years ago as a way for people all around the world to see that they are not voiceless or alone and that there isn't just one version of life. Not only that but also to sh...
