A kiss from a rain drop holds so much worth. That single rain drop landed on my bottom lip. Blending in with my tears.
A kiss from the sun helps so much. That single sunbeam tanning my wrists. Darkening the white scars I've made.
A kiss from a warning flame hurts but helps. That small flame running over my wrist, savouring the pain. My release.
Is it real?
Though I know it feels,
Sounds,
Tastes
And looks real.
But is it?
It could be just a dream and when we wake up we're in a different world. A world full of peace and people like us.
People like me.
What if the successes in this life payed off for our life out of this dream.
This figment of imagination.
This beautiful lie and when we meet the sad truth we will wish to have done more, seen more, tasted more, heard more and felt more.
A kiss from death steals my soul. It takes away my life and shows me the sad truth.
Everything dies in the end and the figment of imagination will crumble to the ground in blood and bones.
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Emotional Shorts
RandomThis is just a book of what I want to write down. I put it on here hoping it could help others see that their not alone. I would not call them stories or poems. Just thoughts that get stuck in my head for the day, or even just a scene I wish to add...
