Clouds are pale, darkness looms
barren land, got rose no blooms.
Lied with you, just in your reach.
to unlove you, now won't you teach?
Sinful love, with treacherous lies,
my hopeful hands, one hopeless prize.
Shimmery diamonds leave you blind.
so never just go with what you find.
With curtains off, there's no restore
tryna try, now scares me more.
To a heart in shingles, works no glue
ache and fake, my brand-new hue.
Souls are just to sell and buy,
so why to fly, when you fall and die?
May 25, 2021
May 25, 2021 at 1:50 PM UTC
Clouds are pale, darkness looms
barren land, got rose no blooms.
Lied with you, just in your reach.
to unlove you, now won't you teach?
Sinful love, with treacherous lies,
my hopeful hands, one hopeless prize.
Shimmery diamonds leave you blind.
so never just go with what you find.
With curtains off, there's no restore
tryna try, now scares me more.
To a heart in shingles, works no glue
ache and fake, my brand-new hue.
Souls are just to sell and buy,
so why to fly, when you fall and die?
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