Take it And wrap it around your finger, As you always tend to do. The simple recipe for disaster, Snapping it when things come too tight. Fluttering to the ground, You walk away
I could feel the rain pour down on me as I stood there, shaking it in my hands. I opened my mouth; after all, I knew I had no other choice. It was hard to put in my mouth.
Two figures stand out amongst the rubble hiding from the burning sky above. They walk towards one another as the sound of the falling shells crashing to the ground fades away.
My Thoughts blow me away From the structure and guiding of reality Stretched across what I don’t and do Want to believe. Thrown for what I knew, What I cherished and believed,
I was seven when I remember first seeing him. I had lived with my older sister before the world, and life, had decided to become hectic. Most everything was quite peaceful those days.