I threw my heart port side
I didn't want it anymore
I watched it sink
so
deep
down
and
now:
It is an orphanage for shipwrecks
It is a home in the dark
When it thinks no one can see
It bleeds
I feel it bleed
Hearts are supposed to be light
But mines made of iron
And sunken fathoms
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC
I threw my heart port side
I didn't want it anymore
I watched it sink
so
deep
down
and
now:
It is an orphanage for shipwrecks
It is a home in the dark
When it thinks no one can see
It bleeds
I feel it bleed
Hearts are supposed to be light
But mines made of iron
And sunken fathoms
