1.13.16
FOX AND HOUND
i told you
i have a soft spot for beings who do not know their own worth, come on in
side my heart
is made of kerosene and fiberglass
im kneeling on cut-throat
trying to understand where the lines are drawn.
turning pages hoping to find an answer
you made this legend but when you called me fire
i never saw you kindling
it never meant you, never meant goodbye.
never meant for stories to be cut short or missed to soon
so dont fucking tell me
i dont know how to hold.

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