sharp words
soft words
whats the difference
your gaze still cuts me like a dagger
im still trying to find myself after getting lost in your eyes
so long ago
for such a long time
you'll never know how many jagged edged pieces you left
when you tried to fix my broken heart
the sun still sets
and the birds still fly
but what's the point of it all when you're not here by my side
becoming yours was my favorite thing but also my worst regret
i just wanted to fix you and you just kept on breaking
what can i do
your eyes are an ocean
i should have known i would just drown
im left here sitting
on the wooden kitchen floor
fingers drumming
wish that we had meant more
the sky fades into orangey pink regret
the trees as oblivious to it as you were to me slowly dying
its too late to go outside
i miss you
its too late to fix this
its too late to save me
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 8:35 PM UTC
sharp words
soft words
whats the difference
your gaze still cuts me like a dagger
im still trying to find myself after getting lost in your eyes
so long ago
for such a long time
you'll never know how many jagged edged pieces you left
when you tried to fix my broken heart
the sun still sets
and the birds still fly
but what's the point of it all when you're not here by my side
becoming yours was my favorite thing but also my worst regret
i just wanted to fix you and you just kept on breaking
what can i do
your eyes are an ocean
i should have known i would just drown
im left here sitting
on the wooden kitchen floor
fingers drumming
wish that we had meant more
the sky fades into orangey pink regret
the trees as oblivious to it as you were to me slowly dying
its too late to go outside
i miss you
its too late to fix this
its too late to save me
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