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There's so much
I need to tell you
Before you go
I need to tell you
That you were my everything
In this dark and lonely world
I need to tell you
That all that my
Best days were spent
Right next to you
Before you go
Just hear me out
This one last time
There's so much
I need to tell you
Before you leave
I need to tell you
That you weren't in the wrong
Everything that happened
Was all my fault
I need to tell you
That you're so perfect
Don't think otherwise
I need to tell you
That it's always been me
Who's been holding your
Head up high
I need to tell you
Before you go
That I love you
There's just so much
I need to tell you
Before you leave
So please
Sit down for a moment
And just hear
What I have to say
You need to know
That I'll always be here
When you decide to come back
I'll be here waiting
With so much more
To tell you
So just know
That before you go
I'll be here waiting
Until you return
I need to tell you
Before you go
I need to tell you
That you were my everything
In this dark and lonely world
I need to tell you
That all that my
Best days were spent
Right next to you
Before you go
Just hear me out
This one last time
There's so much
I need to tell you
Before you leave
I need to tell you
That you weren't in the wrong
Everything that happened
Was all my fault
I need to tell you
That you're so perfect
Don't think otherwise
I need to tell you
That it's always been me
Who's been holding your
Head up high
I need to tell you
Before you go
That I love you
There's just so much
I need to tell you
Before you leave
So please
Sit down for a moment
And just hear
What I have to say
You need to know
That I'll always be here
When you decide to come back
I'll be here waiting
With so much more
To tell you
So just know
That before you go
I'll be here waiting
Until you return
Literature
to the sleepless
you sing the
world
to sleep at night
(and i'll cradle the
comets' tails in my arms,)
i've got
constellations
etched on my fingertips (you've
got moon craters in the
hollows of your eyes)
so come on, write me a song,
'cause i'm still waiting on my lullaby.
Literature
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this isn't love.
this isn't waking up in his arms and feeling perfect and safe and knowing nothing can go wrong. it's not when he kisses your fingers and pulls you closer and makes you feel special. it's not watermelon gum or vanilla perfume or sour patch kids or walking on train tracks. it's not going so high on swings that you can almost touch the sky.
it's falling.
it's falling so fucking hard that when you hit the ground you forget that it hurts. it's when you wake up and the room is still spinning and your heart is racing too fast. it's when you don't know the difference between this and real life and you're so fucked up you don't car
Literature
waiting
waiting...
waiting for someone to confirm that my beliefs
are neither foolish or naive.
waiting for someone to agree with me that to
love and be loved is a terrifyingly beautiful thing,
which holds the power to both create and destroy.
waiting for someone to prove my fears wrong,
to prove that i too, am capable of being lovable
and loved.
waiting for someone to show me what stardust
and moonbeams taste
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Well written; lots of feeling ^^