you act as if my heart was made of red clay found in the ground
cutting pieces out
molding it to your satisfaction
scratching it and patterning it the way you feel it needs to be
and now you've left it dripping with blood
with battle wounds worse than ever
and you didn't even try to fix the damage you had done
you destroyed me beautifully
yet i feel so ugly.
come make a masterpiece out of me,
come make a masterpiece.
~t.s.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
you act as if my heart was made of red clay found in the ground
cutting pieces out
molding it to your satisfaction
scratching it and patterning it the way you feel it needs to be
and now you've left it dripping with blood
with battle wounds worse than ever
and you didn't even try to fix the damage you had done
you destroyed me beautifully
yet i feel so ugly.
come make a masterpiece out of me,
come make a masterpiece.
~t.s.
