Arrows fall like shooting stars,
Slashing my conscience, and dying my wings.
Pierced cold in star shaped scars.
My noose is a ribbon and my hearts tied with string.
Valentines day, two hundred candles,
Now lying on the pavement they wait for the knife.
I'll scrub up well like a good hearted vandal.
But fate demonstrates how pointless is life.
Our kisses are getting more grey by the hour.
Letters are falling from our words of forever.
I thought you were hearts, stars, ribbons and flowers.
But you were just stitches holding my scars together.
Tear drops of blood mix with this careless brine.
It trails my face like a weapon, your gun.
My stiches are splitting, you're no longer mine.
My lips are crying, 'what have you done.'
These shooting stars fall feeble as dust,
Haggard, withered tears bite with self pity
skyscrapers of promises fall without trust,
Shivering and aching, alone in my city.
The sound of your voice is the sound of hearts breaking,
Daisy chain kisses snatched like a crown.
Pictureless heart, there for the taking,
It lies in pieces, alone on the ground.
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