Drabble.
When we were younger, your hair was as wild as the tangled tree
branches in the forest. Your heart held back the cage of your
ribs, you were a wild child with a heart that would have ran
out
to any girl that could try to tame a hurricane. Sometimes.
in
daydreams that was only just a foolish dream, I dreamt of our
days together as we grow old. You killed my dreams.
Loving a hurricane created a war torn in my heart with
the thorns
wrapped around. You killed me. Maybe, it was expected to love
some
-body as reckless, as you. In ways, I could have been a lost
astronaut in
space looking fora way home to your arms. I loved your wild
heart
and I assumed I could've tamed it. When we were younger, I
kept my
heart on my sleeve so you noticed me easily, as we grown up you
seen the scars on my sleeves so you noticed my pain.
The disaster created left after a warzone, you kept me in the back
of your
mind as if I was a secret to never be told. I was so close to your
heart, those
words I yearned to hear, turned to run off your tongue, unhinged
jaws of
the cliffs of the mountains; I was good to you.
Through the town, it was
never made out of our paper memories, it was just the string that
held us
together is made out of our memories. I found myself tangled
through the
wild branches of the forest of your own secrets, searching for the
real you.
Drabble. When we were younger, your hair was as wild as the tangled
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Oct 14, 2015 9:54pm
