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#heartofstone
No worries, I’ll not suffer, dear but rise up from the fall and feel the sunshine on my face and dance and sing my southern drawl I see your heart has turned to stone numbed against each sting You’re a snake that sheds his skin so you don’t have to feel a thing However, watch me as carry on as you’ve closed that open door because you’ve darken every page and I’ll yearn for you no more I know now the man you are behind the velvet voice of you I see the serpent that slithers by still smiling when your through I recognize your yellow eyes watered down in alcohol smiling in disguise of lies I finally see you, after all
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
I’ve seen the Serpent
On gossamer wings she took flight But the winds of change tore those delicate wings apart She fell to the hard earth, a terrible sight The wolfs descended upon her and tore out her heart As she laid bleeding out in the dirt Wishing her wings would of been made of steel Then she wouldn't have these feeling of hurt To the Gods she made an appeal Please replace my heart with one of stone So it couldn't be shattered by a simple storm And never again would feelings be known The Gods took pity and she was tranformed Never again to be a delicate child But a stone cold creature She was as beautiful as she was wild Her rock hard heart, indeed her best feature Her gossamer wings gone She would never fly Being with out them made her strong She never again would fall from the sky The winds of change could roar But she could take it's toll That couldn't break her anymore With that heart of stone she could just roll
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
Transformed
Come back and haunt me You're the only things that's left Light up, Light up The stars are shining for you I'll be right beside you Have my heart I've got to see you one last night Under your skin feels like home Just give me something to hold onto I only lie to you So you don't know what I'm going through I claim to know what I feel I don't What have I become? A simple mistake starts the hardest time I promise I'll do anything you ask… We're bound to be afraid
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
Afraid to Love