Everyone will feel your bones on your skin
Look into their eyes as they hold that cold, dead brown
Friendly voices will yell at you,
But you'll turn it down to a whispering sound
Don't make me grip your hand to turn you away
Those bruises aren't kisses or love tainted for another day
People choose a familiar hell over an unfamiliar heaven every day
You can stay to hold on to those burning to burnt ashes of their love
But I won't be standing there when you turn to find me,
I'll be long gone
©keirabeech
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