You said you would keep me close
closer than the priest is to the alter
But you pushed me away
With every promise broken
Every postponed appointment
You mentored me to walk away
And at every lessons' end
My heart cracked and bled petrol
Which burned my love to produce soot
That darkened my veins cause my heart pumped hatred
I became a blacksmith used every hurt to forge an iron heart
So cry not for me
Cause tears cant make a dead heart love
#hurt #walkingaway #tears # heartbreak
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 6:22 AM UTC
You said you would keep me close
closer than the priest is to the alter
But you pushed me away
With every promise broken
Every postponed appointment
You mentored me to walk away
And at every lessons' end
My heart cracked and bled petrol
Which burned my love to produce soot
That darkened my veins cause my heart pumped hatred
I became a blacksmith used every hurt to forge an iron heart
So cry not for me
Cause tears cant make a dead heart love
#hurt #walkingaway #tears # heartbreak
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