[ ➹ ] she wore a halo of barbed wire

[beebopbee]

you smile and move close
shoulders brushing, you promise me the but the most
i smile too
looking back at you

listening to quiet rambles
yet we don't seem to care
all we do is whisper
we're happy to have each other there

and i jolt
upright i bolt
in the safety of my bed
yet sorrow in my head

a dream murdered once again

[beebopbee]

i settle my hand into yours
before pulling it away
i blushed yet you held on,
"aw doe, it can stay."

my face goes redder
and i lean on your shoulder
my heart that was so cold
will never get colder

[beebopbee]

our shoulders crash together
as we tread on this beaten, broken trail
i savor these sweet, silent moments
as they are so few, and so frail

[beebopbee]

so many photos
and so many gifts
they tear us apart
these hidden rifts

[beebopbee]

in the deep, winding, woods you wander
i stop dead in this freezing cold you somehow bear
i push my heavy hood down with my frozen fingers
a opportunity rises, just in the fog, over there

but why should i take it
why should i care
even if it's not a ways away
i guess it's just not fair

[beebopbee]

hot, salty tears fall
onto the wooden floor
you left so, so soon
we should've talked more

[beebopbee]

pain pokes my spine
fear chokes my head
i touch my upper lip
it's coughing slick red

please may i wake up
greatly i still weep
but my eyes are open
and i am not asleep

[beebopbee]

i pulled my hood over my head
and over my face was plastered a smile
you put on your boots and glanced at me
" bring your gloves, doe, we will be a while. "

[beebopbee]

to my very dearest, l----
please forgive me, march child. i never want to let you go. i will tell you, i will i will i will.
tomorrow.
you are the best.

- w-----

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to, that one, m----
sit by me, please.
i want to talk again
i'll never end up asking you, but do it anyway.
because i'm just much to shy.

- w-----

[beebopbee]

we are sitting on the sandy rocks, watching the sky go pink with dawn, when you say, " could we be friends, doe? " and i say, " sure. " a wind blasts through the crevices in the rocks, you give me your sweatshirt and sit in the cold with a heavy grin. the wind sending deep, black crows scattered into the midnight dawn, soothing and mending our hiraeth hearts, repairing things like my glass heart, things i thought were lost in the deep ocean blue, gone in a flicker of a flame. healing us, together.

oh-so slowly.