she had caves for eyes that were easy to get lost in despite
how hard her pureness inside would beat and fight the tainted presence that was mine
grown too fixed on better times still hoping the dimes supply their diamond lies
in drawers she has year old magazines each with year old analogies
of the covergirls she wished she could be unaware of how beautiful she
is well alive in her dreams but in mirrors she sees her reflected screams
poured into the polluted sea dragged by anchors acting as feet
he was shy he never spoke first wore busted converse
his laces loose, his jeans cuffed too a contrast to the light and dark blue
and as if he liked the pain he would surf the waves made by his thoughts drowning quite a lot no stop
I will not go with you im hoping to see through
he liked to repeat the same few words that she said in his head connected them to lyrics that stung and when he had none he unstrung his heartstrings
covered them in ink and wrote until like him his pen would no longer bleed
barley living and barley breathing but when he first saw her he couldn't help but notice her glow
unlike anything before he swore she made time go slow
but when the world sped up and he lost his hold the years of burning love were now a lump of coal
and she took back the map, the cave map that he stole
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