If you see her tell her to run, tell her I am sorry for all I’ve done. For her life has not yet begun and now history pins her… stunned. A repetition of course with no remorse without passion or source, running away on the dark horse. Stupid is as stupid does, it is today and then it was. A flawless execution of sabotage clothed in happy camouflage. Bite bite, gnawing ache, the body manifest heartbreak, how much more can you take, you fake. Tell her to run and not feel bad, tell her to disappear like this life is all she had. Because laughter and sunset will not heal the heart of regret. She’s okay now, and will continue to be. Don’t reach out to her, or should I say me. But if you see her walking down the path chase her to the light, she’s cute but not bright, she needs the value of your insight. Not tomorrow but like last night. More dense than weak, too scared to speak, out of place like a lost antique. Cookies, cookies swallow the pain, it didn’t work do it again. Smiling at the sight of this now, I vow. If I see her I will give her bow. Because she survived some how.
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