You lured a wordsmith with sharper words,
Promised me heaven and galaxy journeys,
Fed me on your words they satisfied me,
Breathed out of the sound of your voice
Then you became homicidal.
You took back your words, the s that made me feel alive,
You stripped me off those promises I had made my dreams
Now I cant dream,
I lost my trust in words
You couldve pushed me off a cliff instead and it would hurt less.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
You lured a wordsmith with sharper words,
Promised me heaven and galaxy journeys,
Fed me on your words they satisfied me,
Breathed out of the sound of your voice
Then you became homicidal.
You took back your words, the s that made me feel alive,
You stripped me off those promises I had made my dreams
Now I cant dream,
I lost my trust in words
You couldve pushed me off a cliff instead and it would hurt less.
