Bitter lies,
roll of Your tongue
like oxygen to a flame.
You keep feeding me
yearning to keep Me Lit-
my fire will burn out one day,
leaving, the faded scent of smoke
A whisper.....
A whisper of You and I
You feed me
One day ill Starve.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 7:01 AM UTC
Bitter lies,
roll of Your tongue
like oxygen to a flame.
You keep feeding me
yearning to keep Me Lit-
my fire will burn out one day,
leaving, the faded scent of smoke
A whisper.....
A whisper of You and I
You feed me
One day ill Starve.