Tear ducts full of confetti.


I’ll charter a course to every corner of the world and erect a lighthouse so that you’ll always find a light to guide you home, I’ll find and neutralise every siren that tries to carry your song to me as her own,

I’ll make it so my tear ducts are full of confetti so I can celebrate with you every time you leave, I’ll spend every waking moment trying to forget that we are nothing more then a confetti stained page in history, 

I’ll mourn your passing before I resurrect your memories just so I can do something more then breath, I’ll resent these comments as the truth does nothing more then Ooze out of the wounds I’ll hide from me.

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