i had a life i once loved and made me feel like i was in a fairytale.
there was a heart that i held with my dreams.
and mine was somewhere else..
in another home.
i called the home an angel.
i felt so safe..so loved..
then i have to guess that i woke up..
the home unexpectedly turned into a demon..
torn my heart apart..
ripped it into shreds..
my pain became my tears..
my tears became my only hope..
then.. i died that day..
i tried to move on..
i tried to heal myself..
i had to put myself back together.
but life became so dreadful..
i couldnt find the last piece to my heart..
i couldnt stop looking back..
and i couldnt love anyone else..
if someone gave me a heart id tare it apart and pretend it was mine..
i wonderd if i misplaced the broken piece of mine..
i tried to follow the only connected pieces i have..
Then i blinked.
saw a light.
surrounded by clouds.
there he was..
that angel i called a home i ever wanted..
he had the missing piece.
he had sewed it onto his heart within his life.
now i remember...
he always had my heart.
he ripped open his chest and gave me a part of his..
That missing piece was never missing after all.
it was within my eyes afterall..
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