When I met you, I thought
My carving days were over,
Little did I knew, where I was caught.
In a game where I was not your lover.

Cold hollow words
Felt meaningful and warm,
Gently kisses sharp as swords
I couldn't see you where here to harm.

I fell for your eyes,
Let them be my skies
But I was only falling for your lies.

And you are still here
Right in my chest,
Keeping you near
To what is left of myself