Within me you found A home that welcomed Every bit of pain, Every bit of dry, Dark stained rose, And drank from the cup of Melancholy with content But I am not stoic
The honey laced lies which Escaped Your bitter mouth found Refuge in me, And still I, I foolishly gave you my all
Your hands are barb wired That you can't touch without Making me bleed, What's love without pain? Snow white sclera perfected By a black dot runs after My dreams evey **** day You'd think you'd at least Have the decency to leave My dreams the hell alone
Your love doesn't gratify, At least not like it used to Apologies don't grate faults No matter how much you Adorn them with excuses