you had stones in your chest, that cut me when you ignored me. you had flames in you throat, that wounded me when all I wanted was to hold you. you had thorns on your heart, that hurt me with a fake kind of likeness.
but then, I see you be totally different.
your stones are pushed away with gentleness. your flames are extinguished with sweet words. your thorns are shaved down to display a perfect rose.
why couldn't i have that 'you'?
// m.m.
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Dactylic
PuisiPoetic Rant Book Series - #1 A collection of poetic like sentences and, or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended) 8/9/15 - #46 in Poetry
