Gatsby

January 25, 2014

For a while I have been searching for answers

Only stumbling upon pain instead of joy.

Hiding what's inside to be next to you

Trying to understand the pain just brings rain.

Why do I hurt because of you ?

Walking across the Sahara to reach you I'll do that

I cant fathom if you'll ever do it for me. Even if you were

eight million light years away I'll know Your heartbeat

and feel your pain for eternity. The chaos is all I have

left. Sweet memories have burned into nothing holding on

to what is left is my last piece of sanity.

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