Wheezing and tired, my will to breathe
Weakens with every bitter remark that
Leaves your pitiful mouth.
Why do I love a sister who
Tastes of poison and rose thorns if all
I ever pictured her to be was a rainbow.
They say I'm a citizen of heaven but you
Treat me like a prisoner of hell.
You are not allowed to tell
Me I am beautiful then pick off
All of my petals. I'd lie lifeless
On the floor and you'd still
Tell me to get over it. What
Have I done to make you hate
Me and all that I ever do. All
I ever asked for was an idol,
And all I got was you.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
Wheezing and tired, my will to breathe
Weakens with every bitter remark that
Leaves your pitiful mouth.
Why do I love a sister who
Tastes of poison and rose thorns if all
I ever pictured her to be was a rainbow.
They say I'm a citizen of heaven but you
Treat me like a prisoner of hell.
You are not allowed to tell
Me I am beautiful then pick off
All of my petals. I'd lie lifeless
On the floor and you'd still
Tell me to get over it. What
Have I done to make you hate
Me and all that I ever do. All
I ever asked for was an idol,
And all I got was you.
