Friday, February 11, 2011

Throw anything at me.
If it hurts I won't show you. If I need you I won't tell you. I'm so used to being an island. These walls are a part of me now, and nothing can get past them. I'm so close to breaking but I won't be found in pieces, no one gets to see me cry. No one touches my heart. Have my body, have my time, have my constant thought.. But you'll never have my heart, there's too many secrets hidden away in there, too much aching and longing and far too much desire.
I'm waiting for the fog to lift.
I'm waiting for the phone call.
I'm waiting for a savior.

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