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Holes


You had me beside you We laughed We talked We were perfection… Up until the point where I was charmed into your words You came up with the idea And I had found a spot And together we dug But not deep enough for us to get stuck… …Then you kept digging We both knew the consequences But you still led me to believe that we could find a way out in the end I dug deeper trying my best to catch up so I wouldn’t lose you But that was my downfall Because between all of that, Unknowingly to me There was a point where you stopped digging… …. ..And I kept going… I called for you, but your response soon faded into a whisper Someone must have shown you how dangerous this was getting But I was ready to fall I was ready to fall with you… But that someone brainwashed you Had you stop digging and helped you out of that hole Was that what you wanted? You wanted so badly to see the sun? Not every dark place is evil And I would have never let that color paint your skin But through reaching the sun, that’s the shade your eyes And your words turned You had to let me get deeper in that hole before even thinking about saving me And when I was down so far that you could barley see me… You called my name and promised me the sun…. I kept digging You have to be worthy to see it I wasn’t worthy But you promised our hole That we would dig once again And slowly, but surely I tried to climb out But just like that you would switch And your heart would get dark too You threw rocks to keep me down But I stopped digging By then it was too late You left and so did the sun In that dark I climbed from that hole Not for the promise of the sun Not for the promise of our hole But for me I couldn’t stand to watch you think you’d actually reach the sun with skin so dark If it’s even really possible to be reached But while you’re building a plane with all the wrong tools to get there And still trying to put me back in that hole… I sit here Shovel in hand Ready to see the dark with someone who is just as ready Because I’d rather die knowing it was the truth Then live a lie to find a way to the sun… That I’m not sure is there….
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