Trying to teach me my worth
through your Crimson lips
Don't look at me with those angel eyes,
Making it near impossible to escape
Blood orange, my slim figure
and a snap of the finger
Is that all it usually takes?
A soul of the night, clinging to darkness
But I've become too bright
You wear your skin as a disguise, covering up the feelings that rest beneath the surface
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
Trying to teach me my worth
through your Crimson lips
Don't look at me with those angel eyes,
Making it near impossible to escape
Blood orange, my slim figure
and a snap of the finger
Is that all it usually takes?
A soul of the night, clinging to darkness
But I've become too bright
You wear your skin as a disguise, covering up the feelings that rest beneath the surface
