Waking Up Thoughts
Like a wildfire burning everything indescribably just taking advantage of the winds and the changing path of destruction. Never can it be to far gone. Never can it be real and so broken down to the roots covered in ash of the dying life that's floating through the air. And settling like a thick smog on the history of us. That was so unfinished and so unwritten.
The strokes of the pen flashing and flickering in basted anger to complete a fairy tale of love and lies, to break down the walls I have begun to build. My heart has been yours without adultery and delay, you just choose to fill my head with the lies of a silver tongue rather then feel my heart beat near yours.
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