His words were as sharp as the knife I would have driven to my neck in the month of July.
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His laugh is fair for it seems to be quite rare,
His humor was as puerile as mine
And for that we had filled our separate rooms with the same exact laughter.
Even on days where everything at home was a complete disaster,
I still had room for those idiotic jokes he'd say and the way his strong words would bash into my brain.
He had carried the words that I had yearned for.
And in the month of July,
I swore I'd die
But his care grew and his shining heart whispered into my severely bruised heart
"Nobody is gonna hurt you as long as I am here with
you."
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I noticed then,
that my dear friends' heart only glows when he has something to fear
The fear of being a ghost who is witnessing the most gruesome scenes that had involved me and a dominant male.
You are the ghost that can only weep and shout, " I'm am here!"
But such useless words those are, for they cannot give me back a piece of my innocence that, that man had stolen from me.
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Oh my ghost, I feel sufficient.
Are you?
I wear a mask, as do you
The mask with the damned smile.
But we shan't allow these events to make us rile.
If so we'd snuff out the light
So now we slow dance under the twilight,
For the semi-darkness is where we remain.
I see very little light due to my troubled past,
And you, only a glimpse of light due to your lovers that never seem to last.
But with each other hand in hand
We have hope for new beginnings..
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His words were as sharp as the knife..
I had almost
driven
into my neck
in the month
of
July.
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Within Eternal Flames
PoëzieA time before you I barely made it through Though when I did I sacrificed so much that I believed I was a new Reality was, I was dangerously confused. I had forgotten who I was and did whatever I could to find out who the girl was that stood in the...
