My heart is disguised,
As paper.
Thats spotted with red dots.
The dots move endlessly,
Never again to return.
With Oxygen.
My heart is disguised,
As a drum.
That beats,
Constantly.
Once it stops.
You never were.
Here.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
My heart is disguised,
As paper.
Thats spotted with red dots.
The dots move endlessly,
Never again to return.
With Oxygen.
My heart is disguised,
As a drum.
That beats,
Constantly.
Once it stops.
You never were.
Here.
