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metaphorically speaking this beauty was more then skin deep imposing upon a wave of scarlet flowing into the joints that moved your arms around the body that felt as though it was dying to be someone other then this moment when you stood across the room eyes focused directly above my head as if looking at me could cause you to break down and tell me that you cared more about the blood flowing through my veins then your own fingertips causing your hold to run icy the last time i encountered the hand the blood ran from when you let go and turned towards the door that would lead you out into an unforgiving hallway with less life then the tarnished lights can shine casting shadows onto your future as you walk down that hallway without a hand to hold.



you were perfection in a glance and you cared enough to not care at all about my eyes as they drooped sideways resting on anything but the door closing with my dream of warmpth on the otherside of it making me sad (insane) and jealously holding out a remade love affaire complete with broken ties and hidden lies written all to well with you walking out and me crying because all the stories i can come up with and sadly, they all end like this speaking metaphorically.