There's colorful noise outside my window, and it's so different from the dark silence in my soul. Why does your face keep showing up in my dreams? That's supposed to be my safe place, where I go to hide so I can't see you. Don't you just sit there while I walk away! Hold my hand, and make the unknown less scary. I'm unable to make thinking about you less intense, for I so badly wanted you to stay that the only scape is to fade away.
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Unknown double life
PoetryUsing poetry and twisting words to describe the ups and downs of a love that never was, but always is.
