Your touch is like a flame maybe that’s why it burned so much when I let you to close.
The scars on my arm are no where near as painful as the ones you put on my heart.
You gave me a false sense a security a demon disguised as a angel.
I thought you were sent from heaven but you crawled up from hell.
Yet I was the one burning in flames, not you.
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 3:10 AM UTC
Your touch is like a flame maybe that’s why it burned so much when I let you to close.
The scars on my arm are no where near as painful as the ones you put on my heart.
You gave me a false sense a security a demon disguised as a angel.
I thought you were sent from heaven but you crawled up from hell.
Yet I was the one burning in flames, not you.
