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my wings are scorched black but yet you make them feel white and unbroken. what is thing feeling that you have bestowed upon me? this feeling of warmth and affection. is it real or just make believe? i dont want it to leave..i wish for it to stay. forever in this darken warmth of comfort and love. just you and me in our own world.

A silent scream whispers my name. Is that really you again? The one who calls me in my sleep. The one who takes my pain away but loves to give me more agony. Why harm the rose that has done nothing wrong but be still in its forever haunting beauty? Forever frozen..never to be free like a bird stuck in a cage that never opens. How will you greive if the rose dies? would you stand there in the pain that you had taken from it? or will you die with it too?

In a room a pen is dropped.

You bend over to find it

but it's gone.



Gone with the memories of us

laying in the bed together.

You holding my hand as we walked,

down the road.



The voices of the past haunt

your ears.

The past touches tingle across

your skin.



Looking around you

you find the pen

next to a ring

under a desk



the memory of unkept

promises

Whirl through your

head.



what if things were

different

would the pain not

live?

and flow through your

veins?



would everything really be

okay?

ask your self that the next time

you write.