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perfect, innocent little heart.
grabbing onto what is left of the flower petals.

You said I was like sunshine. Always brightening your day with flowers that were picked just for me.
It made me feel special. Cared for. Even loved. But this isn't a love story, where both parties battle their emotions passionately.
And this isn't a photograph taken after really hot sex.
This isn't a memory you can look back on and think you're glad.
This could be a million things. All wrapped up in tiny red bows and present boxes.

You once said that we'd be together.
Even though it was only the drugs. The upper. The downer.
Both were toxic. But that's what we created.
That's what we wrote on our flesh. Like rivers floating gently in a violent stream of screams and moans.

We were waiting.
Hoping for something more. Something that grabs you. Where you stop and listen to the scream of your inner child.
Where you wait and see the horizon just before it vanishes. And you wait to see the stars align.

Who knows what this is.
It could be the waters raging. Or the tide going out to play with the small angels in your hand.

Little perfect creature.
On the imaginary dreamland created from the small footprints. And tiny palms.

beautiful.
Is what I said to you.
Did you feel your blush? Or the way your small words echoed inside my head.
I wanted to love you. I wanted to say what needed to be said..

gathered emotion in a teardrop.
from me to you.

~End~

Description
perfect, innocent little heart.
grabbing onto what is left of the flower petals.

You said I was like sunshine. Always brightening your day with flowers that were picked just for me.
It made me feel special. Cared for. Even loved. But this isn't a love story, where both parties battle their emotions passionately.
And this isn't a photograph taken after really hot sex.
This isn't a memory you can look back on and think you're glad.
This could be a million things. All wrapped up in tiny red bows and present boxes.

You once said that we'd be together.
Even though it was only the drugs. The upper. The downer.
Both were toxic. But that's what we created.
That's what we wrote on our flesh. Like rivers floating gently in a violent stream of screams and moans.

We were waiting.
Hoping for something more. Something that grabs you. Where you stop and listen to the scream of your inner child.
Where you wait and see the horizon just before it vanishes. And you wait to see the stars align.

Who knows what this is.
It could be the waters raging. Or the tide going out to play with the small angels in your hand.

Little perfect creature.
On the imaginary dreamland created from the small footprints. And tiny palms.

beautiful.
Is what I said to you.
Did you feel your blush? Or the way your small words echoed inside my head.
I wanted to love you. I wanted to say what needed to be said..

gathered emotion in a teardrop.
from me to you.

~End~