Before I Meet You
Sometimes I swear on dead memories I live cautiously, believing in someone Spilling my heart out into glass jars Having no time to complete myself Breaking down before standing up straight Dodging arrows while lusting after them She's out there waiting She's contained only in corners of my minds mystery She knows my existence but not my name And as time pulls the curtains on our division I nest in the fragments of beauty I wish to experience.
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