My wounded eyes make violent cries alright.

The rumored lies that I’m alright are bright.

I’ll keep it burning longing and yearning sweetly.

i’ll keep it


sorrow is a twisted blessing, my sadness is my dressing.


My scars are mine and it’s defines my life.

i bleed for times that you were mine for a night.

i keep it, on fire this longing.

i need it; i makes me whole.


Sadness is my greatness, I’m desperate to feel whole.

I begged you not to leave me, but you chose to gloat and roam.



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