I will wake in the night from dreams of you.
Dig my nails into the palm of my hand. Bite my tongue; Taste Blood.
An ache for the memories of moments, unspoken words, and eye contact never made.
I will sleep alone for the rest of my life, before I ever do what I did to you again.
"Until now, I knew this of myself That if you had thrown yourself down Into
the lion’s den My..."
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Until now, I knew this of myself
That if you had thrown yourself down
Into the lion’s den
My brother I’d follow you in
Perhaps I lack some foresight (shou...
7 years ago
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