How do you handle the jealousy?
The hurt within the truth.
Lies the lips has used to utter,
"I don't mind."
I do, in fact,
I do too much.
A weird melody,
an empty tune,
Struck twice and no more,
Heard as the wind blows,
Bled hearts through and through.
On the porch I lie,
Let the water runs,
and when my skin dries,
I'll go on.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
How do you handle the jealousy?
The hurt within the truth.
Lies the lips has used to utter,
"I don't mind."
I do, in fact,
I do too much.
A weird melody,
an empty tune,
Struck twice and no more,
Heard as the wind blows,
Bled hearts through and through.
On the porch I lie,
Let the water runs,
and when my skin dries,
I'll go on.
