I have never been sad.
Tearstains are nothing but memories of heartache
and I want to forget everything.
If I could love you,
and grace your lips with my touch,
without force,
would the notion be reciprocated?
I used to wonder what it felt like
to be a bird:
I am constantly trapped in a cage of my emotions.
My song knows no sweetness.
I am a Siren.
I am broken without sorrow
and sing only of those cold nights
that lack your presence.
Missing you is regretful.
I have always been destructive.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 4:44 AM UTC
I have never been sad.
Tearstains are nothing but memories of heartache
and I want to forget everything.
If I could love you,
and grace your lips with my touch,
without force,
would the notion be reciprocated?
I used to wonder what it felt like
to be a bird:
I am constantly trapped in a cage of my emotions.
My song knows no sweetness.
I am a Siren.
I am broken without sorrow
and sing only of those cold nights
that lack your presence.
Missing you is regretful.
I have always been destructive.
