the in-between

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it's sorta cruel to be with you,
but I must confess too:
everything I do is never for you -

I'm not your band aid and you're not the plaster
and we can only go so far and vaster -
fell in love with the depths of the abyss
we dug into the ground
between bliss
and disaster.

velvet gloves won't protect us,
when underneath
we're born destined to bleed -
doomed in blood red and black,
so what chance do we get?

we exist only at night,
when the sky is stained with stars -
in the in-between, where wrong seems right...
yet dawn keeps coming fast -
like sun you break in my glass
and what we thought we had, shatters at last.

is it our fault?
how we've become
ultraviolet sunrays,
ultraviolently burned into the grass

we once grew from.

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a little piece I wrote back in April - hope you like this one and thank you so much for reading! <3

references:
1 "ultraviolently" ~ Lana del Rey 'Ultraviolence'

xo, S🌹❤️

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