you could drown me in
a sea of hungry sharks
or feed me to the menacing
crocs in the parks
you could smoke me like
your last cigarette
or down me like
your last alcohol bet
you could grind my bones
and play with the shards
then mould them up again,
into clean white cards
with those white cards
you shuffle me away and tell me
"shoo"
but my heart will still,
no matter what,
run back to you.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
you could drown me in
a sea of hungry sharks
or feed me to the menacing
crocs in the parks
you could smoke me like
your last cigarette
or down me like
your last alcohol bet
you could grind my bones
and play with the shards
then mould them up again,
into clean white cards
with those white cards
you shuffle me away and tell me
"shoo"
but my heart will still,
no matter what,
run back to you.
wrote this high as hell im sorry
