My heart is a treasure chest,
Hidden deep beneath my scared skin,
And warm-blooded blood,
That started to turn ice cold,
arteries and into my heart,
I have cried with my own eyes,
But the only difference between my heart and treasure chest is,
A treasure chest is filled with gold and pleasant surprises,
but my heart is filled with anger and shattered pieces of happiness,
Just left for dead,
left and forgotten.
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
My heart is a treasure chest,
Hidden deep beneath my scared skin,
And warm-blooded blood,
That started to turn ice cold,
arteries and into my heart,
I have cried with my own eyes,
But the only difference between my heart and treasure chest is,
A treasure chest is filled with gold and pleasant surprises,
but my heart is filled with anger and shattered pieces of happiness,
Just left for dead,
left and forgotten.
