I lay awake at night, every night,
trying to wrap my head around
how such beautiful eyes could look at me,
and see nothing but a miserable, hopeless girl
and how your hands, suitable for nothing less than an artist,
could leave scars on my body, without even touching it
and worst of all, I can't slip the thought
that you broke my heart
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC
I lay awake at night, every night,
trying to wrap my head around
how such beautiful eyes could look at me,
and see nothing but a miserable, hopeless girl
and how your hands, suitable for nothing less than an artist,
could leave scars on my body, without even touching it
and worst of all, I can't slip the thought
that you broke my heart
how could an angel break my heart?
