I hand
you my heart.
Basically giving to
you on a platter. And
what do people do with it?
in a society where artificial
is praised; the immoral and
cruel rule this world. And
in order to survive, I've
had to become cruel
because, let's face it
the world doesn't
like nor do nice.
Back on topic.
When I give
you my he-
art, I give
you all.
Not
H
A
L
F
So love the shadows that wraps my soul.
...Ain't it funny when you give someone your heart,
You become a sacrifice. All it takes is a knife to see
it through....
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 2:26 PM UTC
I hand
you my heart.
Basically giving to
you on a platter. And
what do people do with it?
in a society where artificial
is praised; the immoral and
cruel rule this world. And
in order to survive, I've
had to become cruel
because, let's face it
the world doesn't
like nor do nice.
Back on topic.
When I give
you my he-
art, I give
you all.
Not
H
A
L
F
So love the shadows that wraps my soul.
...Ain't it funny when you give someone your heart,
You become a sacrifice. All it takes is a knife to see
it through....
Request permission to use this poem