I know I am not worthy,
for a piece of your soul;
but do you feel anything?
or do you feel nothing at all?
When are gazes meet,
and our stares lock,
do you feel something deep?
or do I just push my luck?
And my heart is now bruised,
with your lies and false hopes.
My soul felt so used,
like I was walking on tight rope.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
I know I am not worthy,
for a piece of your soul;
but do you feel anything?
or do you feel nothing at all?
When are gazes meet,
and our stares lock,
do you feel something deep?
or do I just push my luck?
And my heart is now bruised,
with your lies and false hopes.
My soul felt so used,
like I was walking on tight rope.
