I lost my other half He slipped through my fingers I wish that I could have Been a summer day to him But I turned cold when his day turned sunny He found a flower, and I’ll always be a weed
your blonde mane warms something so spectacular like Shakespeare’s protégé your visions saw more than the all knowing eye could see in this cage and your heart took the beating so others lived in peac
I painted our own story in my black tears how I almost made it to heaven before you pulled me down here you dug up the grave with my heart in it Then burned the shovel and your fingerprints