Still Here
Spaces between us have been filled with ghosts and silence. I've digged a grave an I'm prepared for a burial of good love gone bad. My body's soft enough to feed the earth, but not kind enough to be kept.
Horizons and waiting become closer and shadows turn to sand. Desert's burn with the sun, but chill with the night. Lessons with love become reborn and I'm prepared to always be left behind by someone I love.
On worse days I tell myself, "There's nothing you've ever wanted, but you'll fail if you never put a foot forward". On best days I tell myself, "No one was ever good at destroying you than yourself and that just isn't right".
Mirrors are smoked and truths become lies that pour from your mouth. Fables are tales of a hopeless romantics mind and fairy tales are made to murder little girls minds.
Still here
Still here
Still here I scream underground
But no one ever heard a sound or word I spoke when I was around
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