Built up from the ashes of the fragments of who I used to be
I danced with the wild flames of lust that swallowed me without remorse
I felt no pain, only the heat of a strange love
My affection is evolving into apathy, dissolving
I'm numb from weeks of cold English rain
He was lost and I was scared
The bittersweet truth is that I still long to be held again as steady as that guitar
Worn with emotional battle scars
From the debris of that late summer spark
I stand tall, but not without tired feet
I surrender to a cheap bottle of wine, filled with sweet woe
Chia-like, I shall grow and grow.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
Built up from the ashes of the fragments of who I used to be
I danced with the wild flames of lust that swallowed me without remorse
I felt no pain, only the heat of a strange love
My affection is evolving into apathy, dissolving
I'm numb from weeks of cold English rain
He was lost and I was scared
The bittersweet truth is that I still long to be held again as steady as that guitar
Worn with emotional battle scars
From the debris of that late summer spark
I stand tall, but not without tired feet
I surrender to a cheap bottle of wine, filled with sweet woe
Chia-like, I shall grow and grow.
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