Here lies the contents of my heart:
In perfect pieces along the very edge of stitches,
There was once a time when nothing could keep us apart,
And in that time we were vessels that held the world's sweetest riches,
But now the taste of your name only leaves me ****
The syllables roll off my tongue, leaving only bitter wishes,
So don't question how we ended up here; I don't know where to start.
Your scratched promise had more than its fair share of glitches.
You and I have yet to master the necessary art
Of arguing without leaving the other malicious,
And as a result we discover true feelings whenever we depart
Because our cross cultural fairy tales are exactly that--
Fictitious.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 9:44 AM UTC
Here lies the contents of my heart:
In perfect pieces along the very edge of stitches,
There was once a time when nothing could keep us apart,
And in that time we were vessels that held the world's sweetest riches,
But now the taste of your name only leaves me ****
The syllables roll off my tongue, leaving only bitter wishes,
So don't question how we ended up here; I don't know where to start.
Your scratched promise had more than its fair share of glitches.
You and I have yet to master the necessary art
Of arguing without leaving the other malicious,
And as a result we discover true feelings whenever we depart
Because our cross cultural fairy tales are exactly that--
Fictitious.
