Broken memories.

It was raining now. God knows what had just happened. Of course this drought had to be watered today, why not any other day? I'd tell you how happy I was to be nice and dry in my bed away from the outside rain, that pored into the dark town that night. There was a problem though, tonight it was raining inside as well. No, there's no holes in the ceiling but if you were to ask me I'd tell you that there were holes within the room. The only problem was, I couldn't wake Father to patch up these holes because I was lucky enough to have him reconsider taking a life, so I sat there with a tight grasp of my loves oversized sweater to feel a slight sense of closure. They say not to let tears run down your face because it shows a sign of weakness, and well I'd usually live to that but tonight I came to a conclusion that it didn't matter. Tonight I was crying not because I was weak, but because I was too strong for too long. I allowed myself to have crystals for eyes even if it meant they'd have a puffy red tent in return. They'd never understand if I told the truth. I truly did love him and I wanted nothing but to be held by him. Then I remember that I'd rather him be free and live his life without worry, than to risk being disowned by his own family, even if it meant I couldn't be apart of it. I was expecting too much, and I wish I listened to him when he told me to erase the memories. But now I want to go back to the goodnight kisses and all the future wishes because all I'm left with now is dried up tears and a thought of what he once sound like when he said he loved me...

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It was raining now. God knows what had just happened. Of course this drought had to be watered today, why not any other day? I'd tell you how happy I was to be nice and dry in my bed away from the outside rain, that pored into the dark town that night. There was a problem though, tonight it was raining inside as well. No, there's no holes in the ceiling but if you were to ask me I'd tell you that there were holes within the room. The only problem was, I couldn't wake Father to patch up these holes because I was lucky enough to have him reconsider taking a life, so I sat there with a tight grasp of my loves oversized sweater to feel a slight sense of closure. They say not to let tears run down your face because it shows a sign of weakness, and well I'd usually live to that but tonight I came to a conclusion that it didn't matter. Tonight I was crying not because I was weak, but because I was too strong for too long. I allowed myself to have crystals for eyes even if it meant they'd have a puffy red tent in return. They'd never understand if I told the truth. I truly did love him and I wanted nothing but to be held by him. Then I remember that I'd rather him be free and live his life without worry, than to risk being disowned by his own family, even if it meant I couldn't be apart of it. I was expecting too much, and I wish I listened to him when he told me to erase the memories. But now I want to go back to the goodnight kisses and all the future wishes because all I'm left with now is dried up tears and a thought of what he once sound like when he said he loved me...

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I thought of you as I ran away from the sunrise. With sleepy eyes I appreciated everything while the time flied. The pink sky made me think of how beautiful you made me feel, as my guy. The yellow, if you want the truth, I felt mellow. The blue, I guess everything I looked at somehow reminded me of you. The clouds seeped through, they were gentle like you. The mountains played a beautiful scene. I glanced at the ground as I ran away but the grass was no longer green. The bushes turned to shrubs and the trees didn't wave goodbye, but I still had a though of how I longed for your hugs baby I promise I never cried. I'm in love with you. Why? Because I look up to you. I guess you could say you kinda remind me of the sky.

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Broken memories.

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