Miles on edges

Bleeding the dream in between
It can't be seen for miles on edges
Of thick steal and believing that things will become clear
Further from the sun , the more you'll get burnt
I will protect you, only if you believe in me
What i've done, doesn't messure out the future
The more they open my cuts, the closer we get
The more i think of you, the more reason we need to be apart
Till you find your way towards my house
The tighter our grips become
This dream



Won't whisker us away, the confines bind as together
One day they'll see us, amazed at who we are
Not a hidden figure, But the burning flames
Strong enough to over come the odds
We are one , we are one
Only true feelings can be shown through tears
Because they say they hates us, they can say they don't know us
But we know, inside ourselfs we're stronger than anything juding us
So don't waste your time, we're who we are



I've been caught in so many situtations
Shy in explaining my reasons for staring towards the ground
But you need to know, I'm not ashamed of loving you
I'm just needing to know, you feel the same way
Because i'm just myself, if you haven't noticed
The ring on my finger's hinting im taken
Do you wan't to be the one?

Reviews

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pretty, really nice, i like it : ). now i'm curious what would happen, if you were to write a short story, accounting a - an experience, with you and someone else. a story. would love to read that : ). and it's very sweet, too, which is why i'm wondering about a short story, which takes these intense and well-articulated thoughts, through a sequence of events that are minutely told. would love to hear that from you!

i really like this a lot. i keep coming back to it and re-reading it. and i keep wondering, at the same time, what would happen, if you brought it to 'reality' - that is to say, like i mentioned before, bringing all of these intense feelings which are brought out with visual imagery, and - carefully selected words, which bubble, and brew, and come to the surface, and go back, with those carefully selected words - if we could put that, frame that, in reality, in a short story, where we see it moving, in a different way, through scenes - i would really, really like to see that : ).