I know this one is aweful, but I have to write something even if it's horrible. I will fix it later.
I have ink
In my veins
But I can't write
Without my page
I need you
My inspiration
My world
But I filled you
To the brim
With lies and deciet
Can you manage to erase
My scribbles or cover them
With hearts
Must I live with what I wrote
Or can you take them away
I don't want to look at it anymore
I can't bare to see my mistake
I made them again
and again
but you don't
complain
Maybe I should
I didn't make mistakes
It was you that ruined my story
It was you who spilled my well
Now tears run
And this smear is you
 Cobra Black · Tue Dec 01, 2009 @ 03:58am · 0 Comments |
