Let's not admit to the burning of hearts
to the drowsiness that became what I remembered of this love
You are not encased there is no shrine
it was broken long ago
and now all your wicked things
seep and seep and seep
into the goodness i was upheld for
And as I turn bitter the memory of you is dragged down too
down and down and down
Please forgive me
i could not help myself
you had this beauty i could not ignore
and now i have twisted it to try and forget
that sweet, sweet beauty
I'm sorry,
my love turned stranger
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 5:18 PM UTC
Let's not admit to the burning of hearts
to the drowsiness that became what I remembered of this love
You are not encased there is no shrine
it was broken long ago
and now all your wicked things
seep and seep and seep
into the goodness i was upheld for
And as I turn bitter the memory of you is dragged down too
down and down and down
Please forgive me
i could not help myself
you had this beauty i could not ignore
and now i have twisted it to try and forget
that sweet, sweet beauty
I'm sorry,
my love turned stranger
everything really *****
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