At times I wish I could shrink when you are mad
I’m so afraid your wrath
When you are mad, you see nothing, hear nothing
You feel nothing, showering with cold words
They stab, hurting, blood ooze from my heart
You don’t care, but soon
You calm yourself down
Then you are you
Not angry anymore
I wish your angry mode occur less frequently
Mad or not,
I love you so much
I love your cold heart…
(http://weheartit.com/entry/39813858/via/springsmonologue)
~ Dakshi ~
2012– 17/10
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