seen from Canada
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okay, but can we talk about colin's sense of humor:
him to pen when finds out about a guy crying over their dead horse: "we shall gallop along"
and when he and penelope have a raw and intense moment going on and she's expressing her fears and insecurities and how it'd kill her if she died without ever being kissed and he just says "but you'd already be dead"
LMFAO. violet must have dropped him as a kid.
Brokenbrain save me save me brokenbrain
Forever is only a word
When our love is endless
Passion could only hurt
If we count us in minutes
Rich in our senseless days
Nothing is expensive when love pays
- by Andrew Kelly @broken-brain-poetry
Your smile once, seemed inviting.
Your hair once, reminded me of the sun.
Once upon a time; is how the story goes…
Deception… hiding behind beauty was your smile.
Your hair… the fires of hell,
Telling me to run.
Another fairy tale with a dark past,
Another memory becoming my past.
I never want to leave on a goodbye…. Only, I love you. Goodbyes are for endings of books that never open again…. Where our story is forever being wrote, not by pen and not for a script but, by us and only for us.
-Andrew Kelly @broken-brain-poetry
The fool who smiles at your dumb jokes
The fool who made you smile when you lost all hope
The fool who said let’s take that ride, it will only take a few
And it did take…
It took one clumsy man looking for a shoe
To almost end everything for me and you
The sound of metal hitting
Engine bursting
Oil
Gas
You screaming
Both of us left hurting
Like Humpty Dumpty
A million pieces
With no kings men
Only a fool
Andrew Kelly- Broken brain poetry
Sleeping amongst ash,
Cold, comforting grips of the past.
Bathe me in the soot, bury my pale skin; remind me of your bloom. Not… the blooming of the lilies or dandelions, only the horrific sight you burned into many eyes. Flames of life are a fantasy, to the truth you find in deaths sanity. The cold and shadows will warm you, when the fire will only burn.
Andrew Kelly- @broken-brain-poetry
