keep building your walls, but know that one day they will fall
far as your childhood
long as the future
quiet as a photograph
angry as a hail storm
brief as a compliment
and no one will notice
I have hatred in my heart.
9 years ago
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ReplyDeleteEach line of this says about a million different things. I love it. So simple yet so complex.
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Delete"brief as a compliment" has so much depth to it... It's such a tragically beautiful line. Wow I love this.
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