Godspeed
Godspeed to the little girl whose heart just melt
just stopped announcements to her brain
She just split her body into two copies none of them mocking
her former self she’s at the door someone’s knocking
she doesn’t have a black belt it was something shocking
nothing else she felt
She opened the door opening her wounds to discover something to good to be true
the love of an unapologetic man who wasn’t going to use or abuse
her utter most mentality
murderer she screams
she doesn’t realize he isn’t trying to kill her dreams
but to help her succeed
godspeed
godspeed
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