You lie in your simplistic skin, still naive
Believe it or not my rage is out-thrown due to the fact that my gentle soul is scared for you
A lifetime that I've longed for is the image that reflects through her words- while her actions are deflected onto you.
The wrestless nights that we spend together and you lying in your own bed; alone, and ignorant to the harsh reality;
Breathe-
although my rage may come out; i am now holding back
your lessons will linger in your fragile thoughts- as my poisoness knowledge rings throughout mine.
She holds me, tainted as I am, broken, as I lay- and less naive than you; but still a mere child.
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