Sep 2015
Heart bleeding
in the palm of your hand
Dripping slowly
Seeping out
Every last drop
To the floor
Soaked in red
Yet walking empty
Without
Still I go on
Motions
Continue
Whilst
you hold my heart
in the palm of your hand
Dripping slowly
Seeping out
Every last drop
To the floor
Soaked in red
Yet walking empty
Without
Still I go on
Motions
Continue
Whilst
you hold my heart
This is divorce
