We are faded
In the still nights
Littered with traces of fear
And litters of heavy affection
Our lips bleed
Spilled sin
And
Unappreciated kindness
For wrong souls
And love
Gone
Wrong
In the light of passing cars,
I stare at your brokenness—
Maybe these shards of me might make you feel whole again
I love you
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC
We are faded
In the still nights
Littered with traces of fear
And litters of heavy affection
Our lips bleed
Spilled sin
And
Unappreciated kindness
For wrong souls
And love
Gone
Wrong
In the light of passing cars,
I stare at your brokenness—
Maybe these shards of me might make you feel whole again
I love you
