your words as warming as the fire on a cold winter day from my heart they spread to the very tips of my fingers the feel of your hand upon mine when the tears streak my face it comforts me most in this time when i am fragile and prone to crumble you picked up my pieces glued me back together thank you, friend.
his brown eyes with a hint of night they melt right through to my core warm me from my toes and give me life those gorgeous brown eyes feed my love the twinkle they get is stuck in my mind my brown eyed man the love of my life.
underneath that starlit sky are many men awaiting a lie hatred is here and love is surreal the broken and souls can never heal your heart is cold and your eyes shine red you are bent, not broken put that thought in your head. i am bent not broken or dead but i lent my heart to someone who said "i hate you my darling" with that lie in my head i joined the broken the scarred and the dead.
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