Heartbroken by those that promised
Never to forsake
How you find the time to love
When your clock is a broken vase
Constantly filled with affection
With these cracks it sifts away
Heard this was a game
Uncoordinated You can't play
Even time you start to run
You trip and the creatures close
You feel it's deep breathe on the back of your throat
Proceed to let out screams but you choke
Harmless but painful
Blood stained claws from the hearts it has ripped out
Before you know it you are this unknowing victim
Hole in your rib and you feel something is missing
Blood soaked and a hole in your shirt
Guess this is the true meaning when they say this monster of love hurts
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
Heartbroken by those that promised
Never to forsake
How you find the time to love
When your clock is a broken vase
Constantly filled with affection
With these cracks it sifts away
Heard this was a game
Uncoordinated You can't play
Even time you start to run
You trip and the creatures close
You feel it's deep breathe on the back of your throat
Proceed to let out screams but you choke
Harmless but painful
Blood stained claws from the hearts it has ripped out
Before you know it you are this unknowing victim
Hole in your rib and you feel something is missing
Blood soaked and a hole in your shirt
Guess this is the true meaning when they say this monster of love hurts
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