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Esmethereal.
Does your ice-cold stare match with your blood-warm veins?
Never allowing a single soul to drift their way into your heart.
No one to coax the demons that are lurking, tempting.
Where is that person?
That special soul you opened your chambers for
The heart you let yourself chase after?
Before I knew my heart found its reason with you, I've always wished it was me.
The one who'd soothe your heartaches with lullabies.
Crease a smile onto such a daunting, serious face.
And trace a pattern over your lifeline,
making sure the destiny written upon your palm will come true.
But, that's nothing but a dream of a hopeless, aimless girl.
I should've known before a splash of bitter regret burned its way down my throat, inflicting my sense of reality.
Stapled to another, your heart needs no other.
It won't need mine.
But, it's alright.
When time finds it way through those ice-cold veins;
You'll read the secret I wrote onto your arteries.
And grant the wish I've selfishly asked of you.
Stay happy. Although you're far away and my voice cannot reach you.
Remind me not to forget to remember you.
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Apparently, no real word can quite spark up in my mind. Oh, poo.
And dear; yes, I wrote it for you long ago. And I still mean it.