I have been blinded
My own troubles have corrupted me
I couldn't see
You were right there next to me
I was trying so hard
To protect my heart
But now I know
If I fall
There you will be
Arms outstretched
You will always catch me
But masks
We hide behind these masks
You know me
Do I know you
The answer is clear
I may not know your face
I may not know the color of your eyes
But I know your soul
Your insides
That's what counts
You are beautiful on the inside
I'm sorry my dear
I was selfish
I wanted you back
I didn't stop to see
I never thought to think
That perhaps, just maybe
You were always there for me
Gotham awaits with open arms. If you'd like to come back, I'm sure there is room here somewhere.
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoesiaWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...
