My voice shook while my throat
vomited the rotten question out
between my broken lips it poured
so softly that it sounded blurred
*'can I keep
these million pieces of us
in my little wooden coffer?'*
'Cause when I saw your eyes yesterday
I'm pretty sure I could still find me
splattering watercolors on your diary
before the sun sets into million lullaby
But last night
you said
you were tired
of unending fight
wanting to leave
No!
I wouldn't let you
crack my ribs and
throw my fragile heart
to the wolves
Your veins were caught
between my teeth
so I started drinking
you
your lies
your selfishness
That night we crashed
two red stained glasses
in dimming neon lights
but when the stars fall
I'm keeping us
Two pumping hearts
in a little wooden coffer
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 5:26 AM UTC
My voice shook while my throat
vomited the rotten question out
between my broken lips it poured
so softly that it sounded blurred
*'can I keep
these million pieces of us
in my little wooden coffer?'*
'Cause when I saw your eyes yesterday
I'm pretty sure I could still find me
splattering watercolors on your diary
before the sun sets into million lullaby
But last night
you said
you were tired
of unending fight
wanting to leave
No!
I wouldn't let you
crack my ribs and
throw my fragile heart
to the wolves
Your veins were caught
between my teeth
so I started drinking
you
your lies
your selfishness
That night we crashed
two red stained glasses
in dimming neon lights
but when the stars fall
I'm keeping us
Two pumping hearts
in a little wooden coffer
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