It’s that type of love

Would I give my life for her?
Would I sacrifice everything, for her?
Would I let my self be a puppet to her strings?
Would I trust her… with every god damn thing?

When there’s darkness, there’s nothing else but silence
When there’s a room, there’s nothing but my body and my heart in it
When there’s gain, there’s always loss so in the end there’s really nothing
There’s ponder about the great wide universe
An indication
And something to believe in

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Boxed shell

How real is this fact
That I’m out here, able and intact
Underneath shelters and shelters of
Clothes, blankets and thick walls
Preserved in like a specimen
Segregated and closed off in a pitch black cellular chamber
That’s silent, faraway, and forgotten
Awake, with a buried heart that wonders
Whether there’s a man in a forest
Who could hear

 

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