Write your lies on my heart,
etched in graphite promises.
My heart of paper black dark,
dishonest words ominous.
I erased the love stained mark,
now my heart is flawless.
I've turned my canvas into art,
I have found true solace,
in all this.
I am someones Adonis,
and she is my goddess.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
Write your lies on my heart,
etched in graphite promises.
My heart of paper black dark,
dishonest words ominous.
I erased the love stained mark,
now my heart is flawless.
I've turned my canvas into art,
I have found true solace,
in all this.
I am someones Adonis,
and she is my goddess.
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