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But till then, I keep my mind locked away My heart, trapped in a cage For the hope that one day I’m allowed to say your name
Deep down inside I so truly am in love with you But my words falter
You are the blood to the heart The oxygen to the air You are the perfect reflection Modern Art Silk too pure to tear So take my hand through the next door I’ll gladly break my heart To fix yours
I want to write you But a part of me just can’t write anymore Constantly barking up the same tree I’m slowly growing tired of being me
I’m Slightly tired of trying to talk To people too selfish to want Anything else in life but meaningless sex
Where the sky meets the earth A soliloquy forms A quiet quivering attempt At matching the mood As you are the sun And I am the moon
You cry You hate the skin you’re in Too scared to look in the mirror As you burn your lungs away

