With each day that passes
My heart grows weary
For fear that this may not work.
Fear that you may not need me
And that life,before me,
Was a bowl of cherries.
And although I could just pick up and move on,
I never want to feel like I felt this way for nothing...
Truth;lies...in the eyes
Of the beholder
And what lies beneath is a broken boy
With hopes of being repaired
But too scared to let it happen.
You don't belong here,precious.
This world is too cruel for you.
So fragile,you wear a ceramic heart on your sleeve
And i'd hate to be the one to break it...
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