Tell about the last time someone said you were better off dead,
or about that kiss that went too far,
when you were a child and how the sunlight doesn't feel like it use to against your skin,
tell me how you prayed to the ocean to take you
Tell me about the last person to break your heart,
and how they slaughtered every delicate flower in the meadow of your mind,
tell me about how they'll be the last person to break your heart
and how tsunamis fall from sky,
like rain,
every time you hear that name
and how you didn't know you could fall in love
with the space between stars.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
Tell about the last time someone said you were better off dead,
or about that kiss that went too far,
when you were a child and how the sunlight doesn't feel like it use to against your skin,
tell me how you prayed to the ocean to take you
Tell me about the last person to break your heart,
and how they slaughtered every delicate flower in the meadow of your mind,
tell me about how they'll be the last person to break your heart
and how tsunamis fall from sky,
like rain,
every time you hear that name
and how you didn't know you could fall in love
with the space between stars.
