I had cried a sea for you
Buy instead my sea of tears, you cruised
While the wind blew back your hair
And the sun shone down your skin.
I had been cut because of you
The knife had been in your hand
But you kissed my scars as if nothing was wrong
And my soul was mended once again.
I had been hurt because of you
Your words left black bruises down my spine
But then you wiped those marks away
By tucking white promises at the back of my mind.
I had been angry because of you
You brought me to a point of boiling madness
And the blue coolness of your eyes
Turns my shacking fury reckless.
I had suffered because of you
You pushed me into pit of thorns
But then at the end of the line
It was your rescue I longed.
Baby stop
The hurt leaves me in a wreck
But don't stop
Because this pain is just perfect.
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CHAMBER OF MEMORIES
RomantikThe act of arranging short fictional bursts of emotion to serve the purpose of homes; as a shelter for the lost and lonely. And to those who call themselves the happy ones, Nice try, but we know the truth.
