I see those hints in her eyes
Whippping love at high costs of being hurt
No armor, charging in
Should I catch her?
Or let her go crashing into my walls,
Leaving blood stains I would never see,
Fractures that she'd never complain about,
Stay where she was before she ever met me,
out of displacement?
I wouldn't know,
Shes a glossy little pen plated in gold with cheap ink,
Deciving with letters,
But her writing is pretty, and very defined
Should I write her back?
Or let her words be sun bitten, old and faded
Lonely letters stacked in groups,
with one sender,
And a sudden stop of botherment,
out of a brokenheart?
I wouldnt know, I've never felt that way.
(Bored in class. Be harsh, be nice, dont really care as long as you have fun :P)