I never got to see you cry
I saw you in the verge of tears
In blood-soaked clothes
With a blood-soaked shield
Over unstable piano keys
But I never saw you cry
—
I never saw you breaking your mask
Leaving that bitter man behind
Showing your true, blue eyes
Letting your blonde hair move through the air
—
I saw you covered in blood
A friend, a bad guy, yourself
It's not important now
All that matters is that it was blood
—
I never saw you playing the piano
As if you were in your world
Long afar from the pain
With the smile they ripped off you
Just calm notes healing what's not broken there
But here is shattered like never before
—
I never, ever, saw you cry
Not until Lemar died
Not until the world turned its back on you
Then I saw you cry
And never again

Pimpollo 🌚
A safe place for the broken and the amended. A gasp of clean air in the black smoke of reality. A tinge of calm darkness in the bright of the unknown. 🗝️
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