• the_brick_lady 6w

    There are certain things
    I cannot explain.
    Lives and lies
    Have so entangled
    Nothing seems real anymore.
    But it was all simple
    Till you came along
    And became my poetry.
    You help my hand
    And showed me the world
    You locked away in your heart.
    Towns and cities
    Smeared with rebel and war scars
    And all your eyes ever showed
    Was a sign of complacency
    In this world you were so unhappy living in.
    Picture frames dripping in a sense of
    Foreboding
    And I asked you one night
    What is that sadness you dance with.
    And you clasped my hand tighter
    And smiled you sad sad smile..
    But there is home for everyone.
    And yours is here.
    In a night, under no stars.
    Where the world cannot be any darker.
    With someone whose hand you can hold tighter
    And still feel them slipping away.

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    It was all simple
    Till you came along
    And became my poetry.

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