i used to escape my reality through music and stories
then I met you
the stories and music were no longer my escape
your eyes held a story of their own
your words rang like music through my ears
you were always so sad
i always wondered how you made sadness so beautiful
your sadness was so beautiful that stories and music would never compare
you were the best escape
i know it is wrong because sadness should never be beautiful but you made it hard
when you were happy i wondered why i never needed an escape
i believe maybe it was your smile
maybe your love for the world
your laugh
you were the best escape
my beautiful happy sad escape
i used to escape from my reality through music and books
then i met you
the stories and music will never compare to the escape you left me without
you're gone
the escape is gone
-the idea of us was more than us since the beginning.
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Poetrylost thoughts hoping to find a home on paper. (And with that she found her worth was more then a feeling) **new to this whole writing thing. **the feedback means the most xxx ***if you ever need to talk my inbox is open:)
