My aching heart dripping on your hand. My
pined heart hanging by your neck. My
sewed heart lying on your chest...

Your words always seem to float in the air
for hours and days. The thoughts you some
how pronounced without a seconds
thought that make me wonder what you
really ponder. And the feeling of believing
this will change keeps me going even
further. I am a natural disaster that you
want to put out. You are a beautiful chaos
that cannot take place. This is why the
feeling of dissatisfaction kicks in, because
we crash and collide. So together, we
drown together and that’s all that truly matters.



Not a deviantion.

I be the prophet, slay me then we'll cross it

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