<center>Cold,
So cold it makes your heart bleed,
So black it turns them away,
And for a reason you didn't
Instead of leaving me, just like the rest of them, you took my hand and swept me away. You found beauty in the night, and love in my heart. You called me beautiful and kissed my head, I was a God given art. I wasn't like the rest of them, I was beautiful to you, and for once I actually smiled, I look up to you.
Face down,
I'm worthless like broken toys,
Misfits among men,
And a joke about boys,
Instead of leaving me, just like the rest of them, you took my hand and swept me away. You found beauty in the night, and love in my heart. You called me beautiful and kissed my head, I was a God given art. I wasn't like the rest of them, I was beautiful to you, and for once I actually smiled, I look up to you.
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 Made27 · Sun Nov 21, 2004 @ 12:48am · 1 Comments |
