Far away. Not bullet proof. Cold and afraid. In a huge, dark room. All alone. Ready to cry. Silence overwhelming. Tears coming closer to freedom. My tears are more free than I am. So close to breaking down, when my old friend comes and lies down next to me. I am still not free. Far away, but warm again. He keeps me safe. No longer alone. I am awake, I am awake. I cry inside. Holding onto his fur with my life. I cry away. Not bullet proof. Can't catch a break. Too far away, never awake.
(Inspired by a recent dream I had. xxx)
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Him, The Galaxy and The Darkness
PoetryThis is my poetry/ventings/stuff My poetry is basically inspired by many things, such as songs and feelings and dreams but mainly about my ex-lover... Every thought is about him. So... This is for my lover. I love you.
