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Accident
She slowly turned around,
Holding my soul.
She told me how fragile it was.
That I needed to be careful.
Putting it in my hands,
She walked away.
I stated at my soul.
It was all foggy and dark.
The shell that encased it was thin.
I wondered why she had given it back to me.
I didn't want it.
But it if broke it,
I would be lost.
At least that's what she said.
I didn't think that sounded so bad.
I was lost anyways.
She had held onto me,
So I could find my way.
She had held my soul,
But now she's given it back.
Now she's gone.
I wanted to be lost.
I started to walk into the dark,
And she turned around.
She told me not to lose myself,
Then she kept on walking.
So I kept on walking.
Soon I was lost.
But I hadn't lost myself,
I hadn't lost my soul.
I looked back to where she had been.
She was nowhere in sight.
Now I didn't want to be lost.
I wanted her to find me,
But I knew there was only one way.
The one thing she had told me not to do.
I dropped my soul.
It shattered into rain,
Falling up into the sky.
It swirled around before falling down,
On her shoulders.
She had come back,
Like I knew she would.
I loved her,
But she only pitied me.
I didn't care though,
She had come back.
She helped me pick up the pieces of my soul,
Then she crouched on the ground,
With her head on her knees.
Then she picked up her own soul,
And threw it as hard as she could.
When it shattered it was brilliant,
It was beautiful.
It want dark like mine.
She had wasted her soul to become like me.
She crumpled and gave in to the darkness.
She cried her heart out on my feet.
I felt dead.
I had lost her.
She had lost herself.
But we were lost together.
I didn't mean for her to do this,
For her to break her own soul.
I just wanted her to come back,
And now she was lost like me.
I loved her,
And now I realized she had loved me.
She just didn't want to watch me lose myself,
She hadn't wanted to lose herself.
I fell to the ground with her,
And held her close.
Now we were lost
But we we're in love,
And it was an accident.[/font]
Holding my soul.
She told me how fragile it was.
That I needed to be careful.
Putting it in my hands,
She walked away.
I stated at my soul.
It was all foggy and dark.
The shell that encased it was thin.
I wondered why she had given it back to me.
I didn't want it.
But it if broke it,
I would be lost.
At least that's what she said.
I didn't think that sounded so bad.
I was lost anyways.
She had held onto me,
So I could find my way.
She had held my soul,
But now she's given it back.
Now she's gone.
I wanted to be lost.
I started to walk into the dark,
And she turned around.
She told me not to lose myself,
Then she kept on walking.
So I kept on walking.
Soon I was lost.
But I hadn't lost myself,
I hadn't lost my soul.
I looked back to where she had been.
She was nowhere in sight.
Now I didn't want to be lost.
I wanted her to find me,
But I knew there was only one way.
The one thing she had told me not to do.
I dropped my soul.
It shattered into rain,
Falling up into the sky.
It swirled around before falling down,
On her shoulders.
She had come back,
Like I knew she would.
I loved her,
But she only pitied me.
I didn't care though,
She had come back.
She helped me pick up the pieces of my soul,
Then she crouched on the ground,
With her head on her knees.
Then she picked up her own soul,
And threw it as hard as she could.
When it shattered it was brilliant,
It was beautiful.
It want dark like mine.
She had wasted her soul to become like me.
She crumpled and gave in to the darkness.
She cried her heart out on my feet.
I felt dead.
I had lost her.
She had lost herself.
But we were lost together.
I didn't mean for her to do this,
For her to break her own soul.
I just wanted her to come back,
And now she was lost like me.
I loved her,
And now I realized she had loved me.
She just didn't want to watch me lose myself,
She hadn't wanted to lose herself.
I fell to the ground with her,
And held her close.
Now we were lost
But we we're in love,
And it was an accident.[/font]
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