Oh the words of I -
Pleated hearts that stain
I want to encircle your name
in a ball of barbed wire
I will set it on fire
And bleed from playing the game.
Scented souls that steal
Moments seem surreal
I’ve lost you in a blink
Hearts don’t think
I’m left with nothing to feel.
Lonely eyes that gaze
Time delays
Though you may go
Only I know
The hurt left behind, stays.
Theatrical smiles that lie
I’d take you to the grave to watch me die.
and the guilt will rake
and your words, oh so fake
Will be the memories that will make you cry.
