tisdag 19 juni 2012

Mikaela

Soulbruising. I look at you, accusingly. Cause I am black and blue.
Emotional fist. You're the only man who makes me feel like this.

I am your weakness, I am your protector. But who will protect you from me? The damage is obvious, patch me together. Loosen your grip boy, I can't breathe.


The winds of your ego, the waves of my tears, made the most perfect almighty storm that we've seen this year. But experience gathered, we've learned from our past. So don't worry darling, this too shall pass.

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