keylessone
we were twisted, both of us. Entranced by the shadows of fate that haunted us. two souls diverged in a forsaken wood. and I found the light that showed us the way out
Failure to protect
the soft hearts of the innocent
will be disastrous
trifling in matters
dangerous to the soul
A heart is a fragile thing.
Wounded by the slightest of ills,
Punctured by the slick blade of a lie.
Mere flesh to the dangers of emotion.
We live through the adversity of death.
She moved swiftly like an autumns.
One foot in front of the other, like a synchronized dance.
Trembling fingers on varnished wood.
Darkness shrouding the house in melancholy.
She traversed the parlor with ease.
Crawling into her bed at a time too late to be night.
And too early to be morning.
they were brothers from the beginning.
he remembered mark in all his glory.
the autumn light filtering through his auburn hair.
the smile on his face looking down at him
as they kissed throughout the seasons of love.
they were tied together.
forever by
love.
what began as a slight shower turned in the worst storm Chicago had seen in a decade.
he sat on the windowsill with the flashing lights and noise surrounding him.
embracing nature's wickedness, he sat, understanding.
she looked inside herself and saw nothing.
she was just a shell of a girl she used to know.
she was beautiful to others
and disgusting to herself
she shed her tears and created an ocean of sadness around her
she floated on the delicate surface
creating ripples
of a girl she used to know.
the noise of the airport filled his heart with sadness.
he was about to leave it all behind.
all the times of pain, all the times of sadness.
all of his joys and belongings.
a new beginning, the next four years.
the only things that kept him afloat through high school.
dreams and nightmares mix, become a melange
of emotional uniformity.
the sweet smell of spring lives within our hearts.
the unrelenting waves of blossoming passion stirs.
whoever enters this place embraces the peace
of truly equal societies.
Smell the violets.
smell the roses.
Smell the freedom
that lives within us.
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