We left our hearts
in the graveyard
and now you ask
for a new start,
well isn't that
sounds like
the funniest part,
when all the doors
and windows have been shut.
Still you have the guts
to pick all the pieces,
all the shards
when you are not
even a wildcard
in our hearts.
Go away, die in lake
go away, rot in hell
you leech, son of a witch.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 3:29 AM UTC
We left our hearts
in the graveyard
and now you ask
for a new start,
well isn't that
sounds like
the funniest part,
when all the doors
and windows have been shut.
Still you have the guts
to pick all the pieces,
all the shards
when you are not
even a wildcard
in our hearts.
Go away, die in lake
go away, rot in hell
you leech, son of a witch.