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Your Flame.Why are the simplest things the hardest to find?
And how come these thinks are worth more than your life?
You tried, you tried, yet you couldnt escape;
These feelings, hidden, caused you to break.
You split down the middle, a tear through your soul,
And you never realised,
That youd never been whole.
But the longer it took
the less time you had,
To build it back up,
to be whole;
You went mad.
And as we watched you, writhing in pain,
Heat shot to our cheeks;
From the light of your flame,
We couldnt escape
The heat of your soul,
When yours was broken it was still the size of ours whole.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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