She’s the type that they devoir.
Look that could kill but thoughts that massacre
Frighten love that pushes things further away.
The boy she love
Pushed him to suicidal thoughts.
Scared whispers invoked the mind
Loves but doesn’t show affection easily
Past haunts her in dismay
Played with him but loved him more
Locked away she ended it all again
Something burned her something in him
Affection maybe, beauty possibly, but most of all love.
Broke him and let she crumble
Words never spoke in dignity
Pictures never seemed so lonely
Yet her hair still wished in the wind
And her eyes still sparkled
She just trembled so far way from the arms that once held her close
The type when dreams scare your days you live in
Take it back she probably would
But awkward silence will still hover around them
As little children play in the rain

 
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