Words are only as lonely as you make them
My hands are cold, will you love me anyway?
I sliced off a chunk of my heart to give to you
But you only complained because the blood stained your shoes.
Shallow graves
Shallow hearts
Pick me ups
And fall a parts
These knees black and blue from falling down your priority list
Its time to disappear for awhile
I want to disappear.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
Words are only as lonely as you make them
My hands are cold, will you love me anyway?
I sliced off a chunk of my heart to give to you
But you only complained because the blood stained your shoes.
Shallow graves
Shallow hearts
Pick me ups
And fall a parts
These knees black and blue from falling down your priority list
Its time to disappear for awhile
I want to disappear.
