|ill say sorry
Author: knownkonvict PM
its hard to do what you want when that means stop breathingRated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 134 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-05-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2958407
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judgment burns in your gaze,
a blurry bitterness, or maybe a
poisoned image. not a mirror, a door, picture;
because mirrors are the devils kryptonite,
and you just close your eyes.
doors make you invisible and keep you out,
you run through me with no key,
pictures are beauty, works of memories
and ways to relive the past. but
if your eyes were pictures (which they're not)
they'd show peaceful nights and a perfect love.
anyone can draw a picture.
ill say sorry 10/5/11
A/N: Got a little bit off track, sorry
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