There's a certain kind of warmth that slides off the edge of your thoughts, heavy and slick, dark and veiled, silky and smooth as ink to imprint on your heart.
...and these are those words.
Special thanks to @sparrowed
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"Staring at disaster is glancing at you from under a veil of disregard when there's a tornado brewing in my chest."
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Do you not wonder if dreams could last forever? Stretched taut between here and never. Sitting between fever and empty fervor.
Breathe, girl, breathe.
Do you not blink and wonder why death straddles life in a certain pair of eyes? Hiding beneath thick as baobab lies. Holding tightly to black skies.
Hoping it'll rain hearts, maybe?
Do you not wonder, oh, wonder if dreams are dreamt only with your eyes closed? Tell me this, tight lipped apparition. What would it cost to give a coal singed confession?
Breathe, girl, breathe. He doesn't know you exist.
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"Love because it's the only thing left to do in a world that eats dreams and spits out nightmares."
