My guiding light,
Burning so bright.
Beautiful and pure,
My toxic cure.
A burning fire deep inside,
Now smoldered and deprived.
Dancing flames slowly dying,
It dims when you are crying.
A shine in granite eyes,
Smothered by hurtful lies.
Now I cup ashen sand,
I just cant understand.
When I grip you tight,
You fade out of sight.
Like a ghost into the fog.
I wish I had been born a shelter,
So I could protect the helter-skelter,
Of your flickering heart.
I wish I had donned my armor faster,
So I could have protected the master,
Of my tattered heart.
I wish I could light a flame in the rain,
So that I could diminish the pain...
Created by those without a heart of their own













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19:01:10 Taylor kicks Dom in his shin with her pointy/spiky/heavy/gawth bewts.
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