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Somewhere past the frozen fields,
where snowstorms melt heaven and hell into one
giant mass of fear and slow fading
you pass by like a ball of fire.
Thank you for warming my heart
after every night
when the wolves come.
Their paws feel colder than winter itself.
Somewhere past the post-apocalyptic,
broken, denied parts of my mind
you stop by like a sun
crushing my ground to heat it up.
Thank you for warming my heart
after every nightfall in my soul
every moment of doubt.
Your smiles are never the killing kind.
where snowstorms melt heaven and hell into one
giant mass of fear and slow fading
you pass by like a ball of fire.
Thank you for warming my heart
after every night
when the wolves come.
Their paws feel colder than winter itself.
Somewhere past the post-apocalyptic,
broken, denied parts of my mind
you stop by like a sun
crushing my ground to heat it up.
Thank you for warming my heart
after every nightfall in my soul
every moment of doubt.
Your smiles are never the killing kind.
Literature
Watching him change.
He had grown-up hands and
little boy eyes and a way of
saying things that made even
the heartbroken want to love
again; I don't think he could
lie to save his life, but he told
me about things that couldn't
possibly be true, like worlds
full of happiness and love at
first sight; He knew nothing
about real things like math
or how people worked, but he
was the only person who would
just lay in the grass with me
and not worry about the world
spinning away without us.
And sometimes, as he's falling
asleep, I can see the echoes of that
boy I loved; but when he opens
his eyes and opens his mouth,
he's who he's decided to b
Literature
Be My Muse
Never love a poet.
Everything will mean..
so, so much more to them than it will
to you.
Never let a poet love you back.
They'll instill you with so much beauty (with their pen crushed to the paper),
that you'll scarcely recognize yourself in a picture
And you'll hate your reflection in a mirror, after seeing your reflection
in their eyes.
Literature
Regret
I thought of you today
It was so cold, for the winter chill just began its war
With the warmth of the sun that we all want
That we all need
Because you were my sun
Is it that obvious that leaving you was the worst mistake of my life?
I was scared and I don't blame you for hating me
Because I blame myself
I hope you’re happy
Sometimes I call to see if you’re okay
Silence picks up after the crackle of the lines
Of my cell phone reaching yours
But it’s not the same
I want your voice
Do you want mine?
I’m shattered inside
Maybe it’s my consequence
For running from you (it’s my best defense)
Because
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love it, so sweet and sentimental