Your heart was Ice while mine was fire
We worked like water and oil
We didn't mix well
My situation was dire
But you were strained like a coil
I ******* up and you said go to hell
My heart is black to match my soul
They say love mends along with time
How much time will it take to mend so that I may love and feel it
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC
Your heart was Ice while mine was fire
We worked like water and oil
We didn't mix well
My situation was dire
But you were strained like a coil
I ******* up and you said go to hell
My heart is black to match my soul
They say love mends along with time
How much time will it take to mend so that I may love and feel it
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