If I'm an open book,
Then your pages are glued together
If my pages can be thumbed through,
Then I'd need a pocket knife for you
If, for fear of tearing a page,
You desire to be collecting dust,
Then I will be worn until I get torn
For I am one on the floor
I love you so much
But why is it hard to talk with you?
It feels like you're drifting away
Am I drifting away?
I am your Pluto and you are my Charon
Two bodies afloat, we're stuck together
I pull you, you pull me through
Tidally locked, like this, forever
I am your planet and you are my moon
I spin, I turn, you rotate around me
I show you all I am, heart on my sleeve
But one side of you remains in the dark
I am the sun, you are my planet
You are my Jupiter, and I am your Titan
Together, forever,
Yet... so far apart, never to touch
It feels like you're drifting away,
Am I drifting away?
Am I drifting away...?
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The Darkness Within: Vol. 4
PoetryThird notebook, third book. This is where it gets real. Warning: Not for the faint of heart. Just kidding lmaooo (Or am I??) But yeah anyways, here we go on our third (unofficially fourth) rollercoaster ride! It will be undergoing some edits soon. A...
