All my love for you ran deep within in my veins.
All your admiration for me was all in vain.
You could do nothing wrong in my eyes, unconditional passion.
You did everything foul with your lies, uncontrollable obsession.
You held the gun right to my chest,
shots fired, you said it was for the best.
I'm hurt, I'm bruised
Didn't know I could feel so used.
This is the great massacre of my heart, every ounce of me has fled far.
Laying naked in the battlefield, my heart in two, my soul defeated.
Faded Polaroids are all I have left,
Of that distant summer spent curled up in bed.
My eyes drown in sorrow, knowing I won't see you tomorrow.
I let you in, only to become a victim.
I was your latest casualty, bleeding out rapidly.
You held the gun right to my chest,
shots fired, you said it was for the best.
I'm hurt, I'm bruised
Didn't know I could feel so used.
This is the great massacre of my heart, every ounce of me has fled far.
Laying naked in the battlefield, my heart in two, my soul defeated.
We have a young male, with a faded pulse.
He's wounded, his life's been tough.
He looks weakened and sick.
They don't know the half of it.
You held the gun right to my chest,
shots fired, you said it was for the best.
I'm hurt, I'm bruised
Didn't know I could feel so used.
This is the great massacre of my heart, every ounce of me has fled far.
Laying naked in the battlefield, my heart in two, my soul defeated.
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Butterfly King
PoetryThe butterfly represents change and the king represents being the leader of your own life. My third collection of songs and poetry is build upon fantastical songs of deep metaphorical meanings, luxurious anecdotes and personal lyrics.
