We've been through hell, we can make it, you said
Your comforting lies spread like wildfire inside my head
Re-kindled a dead flame within
A match struck straight to the skin
And though we thought the seven seas could not douse our flames
No wedding priest ever conjoined our names
We've been through hell, we can make it, you said
I still believe even though you're dead
YOU ARE READING
Trivial Meanings
PoetryHis words were laced with trivial meanings. start: 5/28/2017 COVER: ME COVER ARTWORK BY: KELOGSLOOPS 2022 Edit: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING FOR MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES (+MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM!) I am no longer actively using Watt...
