You stained my heart
Not in a bad way
In a way that you stain wood
To protect it
To keep it safe
To make it last longer
You stained my mind
In a way that you seeped into every thought
You stained my soul
In a way that I can’t live without you
Now all I have are these tears that stain my sheets
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 6:00 PM UTC
You stained my heart
Not in a bad way
In a way that you stain wood
To protect it
To keep it safe
To make it last longer
You stained my mind
In a way that you seeped into every thought
You stained my soul
In a way that I can’t live without you
Now all I have are these tears that stain my sheets
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