He may seem so strong on the outside. He may seem so tough in his words. But, this is just a facade. He is just a little boy who deserves the love he should be receiving after all the years that have waste him.
Impulsiveness got the best of me one night. I almost let his world caved in. I didn't know what I was thinking. Everything but straight. I was all messed up. I jumped into ugly conclusions and hypothetically I fired him with false accusations. Any reasons that were given to me were like bullets missing the target that was on my face.
I took a few steps back. I realized you're such an impeccable piece masterpiece. The ingenius art of God. I love you. No matter the strength of the turbulence that may hit us, I will be standing here, waiting for you to come running into my arms for safety.
People will never understand us. They actually can if they want to. Sadly, they chose not to. And I don't give a shit to that. We don't have to tell anyone what Fate has in stored for us in the future. They only hold us down. Anchors. Tsk-tsk. I hate them...
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"I Pray the holes on my chest to heal" nice subtitle...and some of your entries I guess I could relate ....really loving is sometimes weird it gives us the best of times and yet the worst..take care
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