Your eyes are an inferno
I cant help but look away
Slow burning in my chest
It's not your gaze, but what you say
Your words set me on fire
Slowly hushing the embers
Charring what left inside
Pacing your slanders
Every tomorrow will rain
To wash away the ashes
But your words left a stain
And you still hold the matches
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
Your eyes are an inferno
I cant help but look away
Slow burning in my chest
It's not your gaze, but what you say
Your words set me on fire
Slowly hushing the embers
Charring what left inside
Pacing your slanders
Every tomorrow will rain
To wash away the ashes
But your words left a stain
And you still hold the matches
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