"I've got a wasted heart with just eclipses..."
Salty streams run down my face.
My heart beating at an alarming pace.
I couldn't believe my luck in this race.
My tongue was tied and my emotions were fake.
My chest hurts so fucking much, I cannot take this anymore.
The other half has left me, I was all alone.
I felt cold and I was sleeping in my own home.
My harsh front was back, my resistance still known.
My head too blurred and my thoughts always heard because the girth of my heart was being ripped out from the start by my other half that left me...
"...so I push my luck from trust to dust enough..."
YOU ARE READING
Sentences That Make Me Cry
PuisiJust a book of riddles and morbid tales all based on songs that help disguise my hopelessness...