I kissed your palms
And offered you all my praise .
You took me in your hands
And molded my heart
You made me into art
You made me feel whole.
You planted yourself inside of me
Your roots dug into my body
You nourished yourself
From my pain.
You used me as a host
For your lonely soul.
You left when You were done feeding.
When I had nothing left to give.
You left me hollow.
The art is gone.
You replanted yourself.
You found a new host.
I'm left as a blank canvas
an unfinished meal
half of a soul
because You couldn't commit.
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 4:55 AM UTC
I kissed your palms
And offered you all my praise .
You took me in your hands
And molded my heart
You made me into art
You made me feel whole.
You planted yourself inside of me
Your roots dug into my body
You nourished yourself
From my pain.
You used me as a host
For your lonely soul.
You left when You were done feeding.
When I had nothing left to give.
You left me hollow.
The art is gone.
You replanted yourself.
You found a new host.
I'm left as a blank canvas
an unfinished meal
half of a soul
because You couldn't commit.
If you give yourself to me I promise I'll be true to you.
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