11:21:19
9:19 pmLife is great, only when you are truly living.
I could be anything, I could be whatever I wanted, but never enough.
I could make you smile, but only for the shortest while.
I could make you think, your thoughts would be catastrophic, you bones would vibrate with the need to be set free, but you will always, be stuck on that leash.
I could make you hope, yet you will forever, be walking that tightrope.
The rope which separates dreams and tragedies, us.
But you could never make me cry.
My tears are a hostage, they always linger in my eyes.
And I don't think that's something you want to see.
You say you do-
But you don't.
You just want to be the reason I jumped off that rope, and I already jumped... long ago.
I wonder if you realize, the moment we said our goodbyes, was not the first time.-moon
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A Home For The Broken People
PoetryYou breathe flowers, remember not to choke. 11:21:19 9:19 pm