Aug 2019
Chest full to the brim
Waterfalls spill over
You pick up the piece
There falls another
While bending to help
I see scissors on my lover
Laid in his hands
The blood provides cover
You cut out a piece
There falls another
With tired eyes
I look to you and say
"Thanks for putting me back together".
Waterfalls spill over
You pick up the piece
There falls another
While bending to help
I see scissors on my lover
Laid in his hands
The blood provides cover
You cut out a piece
There falls another
With tired eyes
I look to you and say
"Thanks for putting me back together".
Its hard to see that someone is pulling you apart when all you can see is them putting you back together
