You painted my dreams and burnt the canvas
I held your hand then let it go
But it was both our fault.
You can blame me, But i'll blame you.
You can't say it was all my fault
But i can't say some of it wasn't yours.
We knocked eachother out.
Now we are both just a piece in this game.
We know how this will end.
We pretend we don't.
We pretend this charade is for real.
We are a piece of string the ocean has by the wrist.
You painted my dreams and burnt the canvas.
We are both at fault.
But i am at fault, for still loving you.
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Book / Young Adult
Short Story / Humor
Short Story / Other
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