Cracks are appearingCracks Are AppearingCracks are appearing
Arms locked around legs I sit crumpled against my bed, A sight worth less than a second look, My thoughts plunge... and rise again like an oceans tide and I wonder what the hell i'm doing here and why the F**k i care so much.
Your doors you kept shut and bolted for fear someone might get a glimpse of something unsightly that you bear within, and you do. Privacy you held high... - in the list of things that will not befall grace.
And yet when my mind was set and placed, firmly on the shelf like some delicate chin, you couldn't help but plunge in and stir it all up. That delicate mind
The Strength of ThoughtThe Strength of ThoughtThe Strength of Thought
Its a grey night outside, condensation drips from windows and the rain batters the panes of glass shielding me from this harsh expression. Trees hiss menacingly, baring talon-like branches, a silhouette againstthe darkest of nights, illuminated by the moonlight.
And I think...of one thing that draws strength inside, it saps the energy of the stars and the ferocity of the wind and hits me with a gentle breeze and a sea of orange. And its you. The strength of thought... underated perhaps, your image ingrained into my being.
As the days fade into each other, barely distinguishable b
Torch BearerTorch BearerTorch Bearer
I awake to a qualm, a flame from my past burns brightly for me, my eyes are drawn to it in exultation, but the joy that should overwhelm me, doesn't and i withdraw unto myself only to look down and see, i hold a torch for you....And it burns all the brighter as i know, i can't let you go, your new and your everything, your wear this knowledge warily...
...Like a garland upon your head whose sweet aroma your afraid of smelling, incase...you like it or perhaps you know once you've started, its hard to stop.
I cannot hope to understand your trials and hardships across the path you travel, I see
I Can Not ExplainI Can Not ExplainI Can Not Explain
Words in abundance swimming... in my head untill thoughts turn to you and im searching without success for what should come so easily, yet doesnt..
I can not explain the tremors of heart as your hand clasps mine, gently as though to stroke, but then firmly, a lid on my caterwauling inhibitions..
I fell in love with your eyes, my deepest gaze barely disturbs the surface as they shatter and repair my soul without blinking, such windows of beauty, but windows which are shut to me.
If we were to be placed on this earth we would be placed farthest apart, pole to pole such differ
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McGuinnes + Goldsworthy + Paper bag = ???
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Scars don't show that you lost the fight,
but rather that you were in it.
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