Автор: Beramode
Though we see the same world, we see it through different eyes.
Not everyone likes me but not everyone matters.
My kisses have left their marks оn your shoulders
Like fiery bites of a snake.
My soul has been so fearful, so violent:
forgive its brutality.
I don’t want you to save me. I want you to stand by my side as I save myself.
That’s the thing about introverts; we wear our chaos in the inside where no-one can see it.
The traumatized are unpredictable because we know we can survive.
How beautiful it is to find someone who ask for nothing but your company.
So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me because I, too, am fluent in silence.
I need you to love me a little louder today.
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