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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@heldbynight
I would protect
the parts of you
you learned to hide
because no one
handled them gently before
I would protect
the parts of you
you learned to hide
because no one
handled them gently before
I lay a rose
for every thing
that quietly destroyed me.
No one notices
the garden growing inside my chest.
I have watched
kind hearts break
while cruel ones
collect everything they want.
People call that life.
I call it proof
the world is not fair.
I have watched
kind hearts break
while cruel ones
collect everything they want.
People call that life.
I call it proof
the world is not fair.
I lay a rose
for every thing
that quietly destroyed me.
No one notices
the garden growing inside my chest.
I would protect
the parts of you
you learned to hide
because no one
handled them gently before
We pretend love is beautiful.
But secretly we are all just hoping
someone will see the worst parts of us
and not leave.
Some people
would never understand
this kind of heart.
And I don’t want them to.
I am so disconnected
from myself
that sometimes
I feel like a ghost
living inside someone else’s body.
I lay a rose
for every thing
that quietly destroyed me.
No one notices
the garden growing inside my chest.
If I ever lost you;
I would still be here
loving the ghost
of your memory.
I am so disconnected
from myself
that sometimes
I feel like a ghost
living inside someone else’s body.
Will anyone ever
truly understand me
or will I spend my whole life
translating a heart
no one else speaks?
Some people
would never understand
this kind of heart.
And I don’t want them to.
If love cannot save us
then at least
let it ruin us beautifully.
Will anyone ever
truly understand me
or will I spend my whole life
translating a heart
no one else speaks?
