Nov 2018
Perhaps I was young,
Desperate for warmth,
And you saw my untainted trust.
And perhaps you taught me lessons,
Ones I have yet to find forgiveness,
Left to die in my chest.
And perhaps I was naive,
I looked to you for love,
Yet all I found was empty promises.
Desperate for warmth,
And you saw my untainted trust.
And perhaps you taught me lessons,
Ones I have yet to find forgiveness,
Left to die in my chest.
And perhaps I was naive,
I looked to you for love,
Yet all I found was empty promises.
I remember that feeling all too well. Pure pain, that spreads from your chest to your finger tips.
