Känslor.

Eyes who often used to smile.
Faked smiles burried all the lies.
Lips who spoke of pretty words.
While the inside was torn and whittered.

Nights so cold and lonely.
But oh so beautiful.
Like a soul who leaves its body.
And drowns in the heaven of tears.
And like a lilly who used to bloom.
But suddenly fell to the ground, dead.

Empty inside, empty heart.
Soul ripped apart.
Empty inside, empty heart.
Soul ripped apart and now there's nothing left.




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