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They’re Just Old Photographs
Clouds are a mood-based filter
filtering out the sadness~
that touch of madness
in my drunken heart
Take your snapshot now
and run a lens across
the memory of bruises
over my ink-stained skin
I was a kind of gentle
the moon could envy
softly tracing my love
over every crack on your
broken chest
I poured the tears I had
into the bottomless pit
of your greedy soul
filled it with bleeding hands
despite my fear of your fists
and now when the moon sighs
he smiles in my hair
traces his fingers down my spine
and kisses the scars
buried in my head
He reaches for a single star
and tucks it in my palms
brushes the clouds of my past
into galaxies and shining things
painting suns and twirling planets
with his perfect hands
At last..
when I think of you
it’s distant, unrealistic
a bad dream I once believed
was my reality
A nightmare of broken songs
shattered mirrors,
fears and wrongs I longed
would become right
And frankly dear,
with three long years
spent letting time stitch
and mend these ugly wounds
I can finally rest
because..
You can’t hurt me
anymore
filtering out the sadness~
that touch of madness
in my drunken heart
Take your snapshot now
and run a lens across
the memory of bruises
over my ink-stained skin
I was a kind of gentle
the moon could envy
softly tracing my love
over every crack on your
broken chest
I poured the tears I had
into the bottomless pit
of your greedy soul
filled it with bleeding hands
despite my fear of your fists
and now when the moon sighs
he smiles in my hair
traces his fingers down my spine
and kisses the scars
buried in my head
He reaches for a single star
and tucks it in my palms
brushes the clouds of my past
into galaxies and shining things
painting suns and twirling planets
with his perfect hands
At last..
when I think of you
it’s distant, unrealistic
a bad dream I once believed
was my reality
A nightmare of broken songs
shattered mirrors,
fears and wrongs I longed
would become right
And frankly dear,
with three long years
spent letting time stitch
and mend these ugly wounds
I can finally rest
because..
You can’t hurt me
anymore
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