Taylor Hainline

A broken heart,
like that of the dew from fog,
of the taste of salty tears,
of the sound of shattering glass.
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Was it meant
To end like this
All set up
Like a restricted bliss
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Look out with eyeful
tell me what you see.
This world is full
of make believe.
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Is it selfish of me
to wish you were here?
Even though it's your dream
to travel the world?
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Little Angel
can't you see
this world
Isn't for you and me?
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How do you dance,
with no song to play?
How do you dance,
with the skies grey?
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You throw your words,
expecting me to fall.
You throw your knives,
but I walk on.
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A future to be told in perfect time
When everything will work out to be right
Flowing like a long Shakespearean rhyme
Shinning bright like a Godly angel's light
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Are your hands gentle enough
to wipe away tears?
Strong enough,
to fight fears?
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They say this love
will leave me sore,
broken-hearted and torn.
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We walk to the front lines
trying to bypass our enemies.
Take my hand,
my shield.
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Don't look into my eyes,
that's how people die.
They press to know me,
but the blind cannot see thee.
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