Wednesday, October 9, 2013

My Dear, You're Drifting.

Pleading for the last few quotes. Crying those silent, slowly rolling down those cheeks, tears.
I hear you singing in the darkness. I feel that pain you hide behind those eyes.
I want to take your heart in my hands and give it a solid home.
I want to fight beside you. Even if all I do is die and wait for you to bring me back.
Losing. Winning. Who cares if you can protect me?
Grasping empty air to hold you steady. Yearning for the impossible.
I listen to your voice with an open heart.
I accept you with all your mistakes.
Drifting away in the wind as I walk by and you realize we all love you.



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