16 is a horrid number,
And I’m afraid of the void inside your smile.
I keep thinking maybe someday I’ll bump into you
In a railway station, or in that smoky bar
Where secrets stow away in the fractured walls.
I hope you speak of me with a kind heart,
As if you never loved nor lost,
Simply knew of me, through me, within me
I can’t steal those memories,
They are yours to keep
As I cling onto mine,
Like oxygen filling every cell.
I have sewn a heart onto my chest
So all can see, I didn’t lose myself
In the battle, but the battle lost itself inside me.
Rest in peace, dear boy, dear child,
And I’ll think of you when the moonlight
Steals the shadows from my swollen face.
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I can't remember when I wrote this, but I like it. All comments welcomed.
All comments and criticisms welcomed
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I have sewn a heart onto my chest
So all can see, I didn’t lose myself
In the battle, but the battle lost itself inside me.
i really really like this part. the flow the rhyme, its perfect. wonderful work sweetheart. come see me. Soon. <3
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