Vows changing by the hour,
Losing one of the few ties
Of what they said were ties of a lifetime.
This grey love never feels...never owns
And is beneath of what owes and grows.
The hazy lines of your palm,
The fading pictures of your green mind,
The invisible skin covering crooked bones,
And the fake rainbow.
Do nothing but **** my expectation.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 3:26 AM UTC
Vows changing by the hour,
Losing one of the few ties
Of what they said were ties of a lifetime.
This grey love never feels...never owns
And is beneath of what owes and grows.
The hazy lines of your palm,
The fading pictures of your green mind,
The invisible skin covering crooked bones,
And the fake rainbow.
Do nothing but **** my expectation.
