She fell in love
The way he fell asleep
But what she saw
In his sleeping form
Was an innocent beauty
That masked
The monsters that danced
Behind his eyelids.
She never saw them
Until the day
They came out to play
In the light
But she was too far in
Too fight
And in too deep to run
And she lived for the moments
When he'd fall asleep
And she could imagine things
We're still as they used to be.
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Ink Stained Soul
PoetryAnecdotes and snapshots of life, sometimes mine sometimes based off of other people, events, songs, books, etc. I hope you enjoy it, but more than that, I hope you can connect with something bigger than all of us. After all, isn't that the point of...
