I couldn't help but sing to you, oh murderer
how much I had loved you
you were my soft spot
making me so gentle and sweer
I was yours and yours only
and I gave you my heart -
Then, when you took it in your hands,
you closed them up into a fist,
crushing it and killing me so ruthlessly.
I'd loved you so innocently,
So sweetly
Never loved anyone else before -
I loved you with all my heart, oh murderer
giving you so much more than my heart
I gave you my smiles, my beauty
and now I am ugly
no longer beautiful
not the flawless diamond I was before -
I gave you my tears
and the day you murdered me
the day you loved someone else.
I thought I could entrust you with myself.
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Across The Cosmos
PoetryPoetry is a way of saying the things that are sometimes too hard to say. It is how a heart can express itself in the most slip-shod manner it could ever possibly whip up. And this is a story about me. About my heart and about my life. It is about my...