Modern Magic

running.you tell me that everything has a time limit on it; friendships, days, moments, love. everything is limited, you say, so we might as well rush, run. because it's all going to end anyway, right?running.
so i started to notice the time stamps painted on your hands, the calendars written all over your heart. i started to wonder, how much time do we have left? how many more held hands, secrets, inside jokes, i love you's? how many more?
i wondered and ran,
ran through the forests without smelling the scent of after-rain. i ran on the darkened streets at midnight without noticing the streetlights, passing lit houses
| Allie. Fifteen. Year 10. <3 Benny Boo. Graphics and poetry and prose. Nerd sock. <3 |
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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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Made with 100% Real Fangirlism, Rage, Love, and Deranged Humor (and no carbs/ artificial flavors!).
"Ohmigod! Someone's wearing blue jeans!" -Random Goth (JTHM)
Twit-Tweet: [link]
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True love never dies...
I love your work!
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True love never dies...
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Death threats for supposed blasphemy!
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