I picture chains locks, and iron weights all tangled in me sinking into black waters and out before the bottom is touched, and dropping into a crevice at the bottom, going even deeper into the dark that runs for miles every way... I hope i never hold my breath in a dream I cant wake up in... I often wonder what I meant and suddenly I picture her happier Im gone, and my heart stops for a second, and leaving her gets easier, And alcohol only dulls my feelings and drugs lift me as high as they can before their magical hands disappear... I'm more hurt and quiet these days, withdrawn a little but my hearts not broke, but maybe it will tear for every time I try to talk to her with butterflies and bullets ripping around inside my chest, by the time another season passes with these unknown feelings i will have a veteran for a heart, a vet that's more use to being in tender pain than enjoying the possibility's of young life... The rose i held out to you Ill hold till it withers and blows away...Birth sign: Aries
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