Still.

How you can stare me in the eyes and still not see, amazes me. How you can trace my face with every fingertip and still not feel, keeps me scared. I climb, I slip, and then I fall to find it was you who cut the rope . I lay beside you. Your soul so cold. Yet, you still breathe helplessly. I turn around. Reach for your hand, as you push it away. There has to be a way to get you here, somehow. But I'm still alone, even when you're near. Wandering and wondering how close comes my fears. I tried too much. I loved too fast. I hurt too soon. don't take it back. Don't I dare. It's up to me to find out... just what it takes. I'm looking down can you see it. I'm screaming loud can you hear it. I can leave you, but I won't. Save you, let me save it. This little girl with undying hope for this stand still love. And i yearn for tomorrow. But hoping for today....and still i wait.

Unwritten.

I've never been so full, yet so empty. So many things I don't confide. Breathing for each second. Hoping to make it each day. Your absence tugs my soul. Lost for words, this misdirection. All these people have gotten too close. Each one holds their own knife. And some way, some how each cut feels differently. This one makes me chase the risk. I like feeling its pain. That one scarred me good, and I keep wishing it away.

You're one person with many faces. So deceitful to us so willing. Under your spell. Here I go. Losing more with every trick. And now there's mirrors everywhere. I can't help but to see me now. All the things left hidden, all the things you took from me, all that I have given. And still you hold out your empty hands as if to draw me near. But if all prayers go to heaven, it'll all just disappear
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