Lies, sweet as honey, Drip from her sanguine lips. Lies that loop through your brain Like a bad love song, To finally lodge, heavy as a stone, Underneath your heart, Cold and immovable.
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Lies, sweet as honey, Drip from her sanguine lips. Lies that loop through your brain Like a bad love song, To finally lodge, heavy as a stone, Underneath your heart, Cold and immovable.