As I stood there on the edge, your hands locked in mine as we watched the sun set. I knew at that moment that was stuck there. Caught in the trap of your heart and your laugh. Your embrace feels like so much more than being in the arms of another human. It's the cage of freedom. Your eyes tell a story of long past memories and future dreams while you stand next to me you feel so close though your almost a world away. As we stood there on the edge I knew right then and there I belonged on your arm till the end. No one would be able to stop me as long as I had you rooting for me. I may just be a broken man but in your company I feel not as cracked. So take this as payment for future replays of the first day of the last day. I know the world is scary all the stress but don't get depressed I'm here till the end with all I've got to give. And as we stand on the edge I'll look back at the world we've burned together and smile because I got to do it with you.
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Broken Parts
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and short stories by myself and I wanted to share them with you.
