I let ****** borrow my heart and she stuck it on the shelf
time couldn’t tell for there are no words
just empty vessels, boredom and thoughts she wrestles
I guess that’s better than being empty
Tempt me, I bent me and now I’m falling apart
But not off, for I was better off offed and alone
You are the velvet to my throne at which you sit
I am the jester, pain digester, who grew past 16
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 10:38 PM UTC
I let ****** borrow my heart and she stuck it on the shelf
time couldn’t tell for there are no words
just empty vessels, boredom and thoughts she wrestles
I guess that’s better than being empty
Tempt me, I bent me and now I’m falling apart
But not off, for I was better off offed and alone
You are the velvet to my throne at which you sit
I am the jester, pain digester, who grew past 16