I don't get nights sleep I hear your words repeat in my mind's reach
I need a break, Please don't speak.
People like to preach Assure their life is perfect Have their hands on mine to dissect Maybe I am nature's freak
Don't need your poke of stick But a part of your speech Found a place in my heart to creep Makes it harder for me to breathe Your sharp edge cut this deep
You are truly breathtakingly beautiful. And I condemn god every time I see you for not gifting me with an artistic soul. For you deserve nothing less then to be immortalized in art
I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.