Would you?

Would you run if I showed you,

The depths of my scars,

The way that someone loved me,

And how I’ve traveled this far,

Walked away from the sadness,

Madness and fear,

And walked in the direction,

That pointed to you dear,

Because life isn’t bruises,

And worn down hearts,

And you couldn’t stop searching,

Til you found me past dark,

Worn out jeans,

And disheveld hair,

Whispering sweet nothings,

Like “I love you always,


My dear.”



Author: mirandatran

In constant pursuit of my best life, best self, and the very things that set my soul on fire.

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