scr3mojerk

Your beauty, desirable and pure, alas Now merely superficial and ephemeral Is only a reminder of what once was And this attraction, still burns with passion, but it burns This sickening affection nailed to my chest is keeping me waiting for your return and the rust of the nail infecting my skin keeps telling me that there's room for you I kissed you because you were to owner of my lips And offered you my being as token of affection If only I had fathomed the unavailability of your heart, your eyes, your hips I would have avoided your betrayal and rejection. And reproduction was not my only intention motivation, devotion, fascinat

Nothing unsettles me more Thank you know that you're gonne Simply waiting isn't enough but the only option. I hope you haven't changed in the inside. Your hair...isn't the same anymore. Secondhand smoke's what I see Second thoughts about my faith in your ways is what I have My hands are tied This might just be the last reminder That only you can untie them This could be useless It could be too soon, But it could also Be too late. I hope not.

not much to say not much to do not much to think not much to believe not much to care for