Sweet Love
You think there is nothing more to me.
Am I as ugly as you make me seem?
Please, I regret you more each day.
Why did I even bother to feel this way?
I will write to you.
Every day of my life, I will put words on paper.
My robotic lines will grow tears in your eyes.
Sharp lines in my drawings will stab and poke at your skin.
I am a SIN.
You are a SAINT.
Ironic how you and I just barely fit.
We were endless, timeless.
I hope this isn't forever.
Come Back To Me, ALIVE.
Am I as ugly as you make me seem?
Please, I regret you more each day.
Why did I even bother to feel this way?
I will write to you.
Every day of my life, I will put words on paper.
My robotic lines will grow tears in your eyes.
Sharp lines in my drawings will stab and poke at your skin.
I am a SIN.
You are a SAINT.
Ironic how you and I just barely fit.
We were endless, timeless.
I hope this isn't forever.
Come Back To Me, ALIVE.