darling, we're meant to be.
All Things Broken and Beautiful
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“I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.”
― Edgar Allan Poe
You. Me.
darling, we're meant to be.
This is you and me;
we are the word-imprinted pages,
the ink on stained paper, the clicks on the 'board.
(the silent goodnight's).
This is you and me;
we're monochromatic shades,
and society shuns us
(because we're also bloody rainbows).
This is you and me;
you're orange blood on a Saturday morning,
and I'm the dusk of a dead Monday
(God, you know you're beautiful, right).
This is you and me;
we're destructive little poems,
and floaty words we don't understand
(thousands of them).
This is you and me;
we're the eyes on every wall a
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