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My favourite bit

He was a charmer.
He was scared
He was confident.
but could break easily
He was strong.
and so weak
He needed strength
though he never realised it
He needed to smile
he needed to cry
and hold on to something
He was broken
yet so put together.
a clever facade.
a clever disguise.
I’m stripping him down though
bit by bit.
His eyes.
They tell a story,
Not the normal kind of hurt and betrayal
but of real love and real loss.
I wish he could see what his eyes could say to me
when he couldn’t.
I’d like to tell you what the story was.
But I want to keep it to myself.
For now.
 
 

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow

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Author:

I stare at walls hoping that something would guide me to another dimension where everything makes sense. I take life as it comes. I reside in which is now known to be the fastest growing city in the Middle East, Dubai. Surrounded by fake greenery and dusty air, I long for rain. I long for rain to drench my very being, untill i feel nothing but clean and revived. I dream of happy things and i know for certain that Peter pan and pixies and fairies and Santa exists. I know. Because theres no point in not believing. Im a child. I am a grain of sand. I am a speckle of dust in this polluted world. I am a spirit roaming the end of the earth, trying to find that wall. (Read the page Painted shadow for details)

3 thoughts on “My favourite bit

  1. hahahahahah you know what the first line reminded me of?
    that kings of leon video.
    charmer
    media class
    that was my second fav. cause of all the weird screaming.
    second only after dizzee ❤

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