Every song, she wrote
Each feeling, that faded
Every word, she bled
Each tear, showed how blue was she
On each paper, she screamed
****** sins, still remain with the pain she owned yet still singing out loud to let her veins speak of her heart, around this wall, she sat in front of this, numbing self whilst rhyming to the war
Between her mind and heart.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 2:01 AM UTC
Every song, she wrote
Each feeling, that faded
Every word, she bled
Each tear, showed how blue was she
On each paper, she screamed
****** sins, still remain with the pain she owned yet still singing out loud to let her veins speak of her heart, around this wall, she sat in front of this, numbing self whilst rhyming to the war
Between her mind and heart.
