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Burnt Charcoal Ways

My bags were all packed
My truck ready to go
One last good bye and I was on my way
I went home that same day and was greeted by two familiar faces;
The only two people who knew I was coming back
The only two people who really cared
They gave me the love I wanted
They gave me the caring ways that I was missing

I was always missing someone else
I was always wanting someone else
But he could never be reached

His charcoal suits were pressed and ready
He was always on the go
His gun packed under his jacket
His eyes always on the horizon

He knew how to shoot
He knew how to overcome any obstacle
But his mind was cold and calculated
His eyes always on the prize
Always on wanting more

His mind was always on the next move, he was like a chess player, always ready

He was too busy preparing for the end of the world
While I was always preparing for a way to color it

He was too busy being part of the militia
Too busy making plans, hanging up his suit
Ready for anything

Author:

"My personality is basically a mix between a needy 5 year old, a rebellious teenager making bad life choices and a 80 year old woman whose tired and needs a nap." - Luna @bpdNymph I love so hard because I know how it feels to be loved so little Labels : : Gamer, Yarn Artist, DM, Hopeful Romantic

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