I was born with glass in my veins
Let the shards out through slits in the wrist
But somehow a few found its way to my heart
With equal part pain and equal part promise
To bring me an end in the most colorful of fashions
A rush of bright red out the chest
And a flush of pale white in my face
I wondered what it was like to love
But then again, I guess I always knew
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 12:05 PM UTC
I was born with glass in my veins
Let the shards out through slits in the wrist
But somehow a few found its way to my heart
With equal part pain and equal part promise
To bring me an end in the most colorful of fashions
A rush of bright red out the chest
And a flush of pale white in my face
I wondered what it was like to love
But then again, I guess I always knew
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