I wish I could be
The best thing for us
But you and I know
I'm just a curse
When love touches me
It turns to dust
And hatred burns
With every touch
Tears turn to ash
Whilst pain fights inside
The soul strives to escape
And you sink in lies
Sorrow burrows itself
Into my smiles
Spreading its wings
Ready to devour
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 2:10 PM UTC
I wish I could be
The best thing for us
But you and I know
I'm just a curse
When love touches me
It turns to dust
And hatred burns
With every touch
Tears turn to ash
Whilst pain fights inside
The soul strives to escape
And you sink in lies
Sorrow burrows itself
Into my smiles
Spreading its wings
Ready to devour
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