i walked through your ribcage
looking for it, craving for your heart
never mind me, it was never there
you were just a heartless non living art.
i fell for your garden of roses
touched the thorns that made me bleed
i skipped your love, leaving the gates
looking for yet another heartless breed.
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 4:08 AM UTC
i walked through your ribcage
looking for it, craving for your heart
never mind me, it was never there
you were just a heartless non living art.
i fell for your garden of roses
touched the thorns that made me bleed
i skipped your love, leaving the gates
looking for yet another heartless breed.
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