streams of consciousness
Like a rose that refuses to die
In the harshest of winter
Exsisting solely to thrive
You are like a musical instrument
That only i know how to play
And when your melody is heard
It takes my pain away
You are like the sun
In this darkness i hide behind
Enveloped in broken glass and rusty nails
Together our time we bide
You break down my walls
I have nothing left to lose
Whether near or away
It’s you i will always choose
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