Gone are the words in my mind for they slip throw the cracks so easily.
I must get these out of my head before they threaten my life by the undug ditches of hate they are digging in my heart.
The book of souls says nothing for the child of a broken soul.
For as time passes, as days fall, as love losses yet another game.
I lose life. Life is gone through the shadows in a dark forest
Ill tear this rose apart before it drownds me in its darkness.
An open wound has been opened.
And i can never go back in time to sew it back up.
The invisibleness of your heart strangles me and i die silently under the cover of the moon.
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Maybe the only soul in the book of souls is a broken one.. because the only soul worth keeping is the one who has felt.. and felt over and over.
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