I'd look into your eyes and never feel pain,
Emotions running freely.
Soft eyes, soft cheeks.
No need for people who weren't in our world.
Butterflies turn to bricks within my stomach.
Do i want to?
Do i have to?
Too far in the future to live the now.
I would always have your soft touch,
Never leaving you.
It was never talked about, never thought about,
never needed.
I can look into his eyes now...
Not feel guilt; just wasting your time.
Torn between the easiest option and the one that needs to be chosen.
A scab being tugged; opened.
Never healing, not until the end.
His touch on my leg, gentle.
But your eyes, they lead me places that continue to confuse my thoughts.
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couple of bads before the good stuff:
Butterflies turn to bricks within my stomach.
- it's good, but i think within can just be in, and the flow might be a bit better.
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I would always have your soft touch,
Never leaving you.
- tenses = confusing. would is in the past tense, and leaving is in present tense, so this didn't really sit right.
kay the good stuff:
Too far in the future to live the now.
- that was gorgeous. my favourite line. boy, i know how that feels.
and the ending was lovely, it was concise, but still lingering, so you think about stuff after. i am messaging you now due to stuff ;]
xx -
Thats Deep!
"butterflies turn to bricks within my stomach" i love that line, i can almost feel that happening to me. i love how you put your words together
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